Thursday 25 April 2019

Not allow.

I walk a path,
One foot before t’other.
I don’t know the future,
This is something other.
This was not envisaged,
This was not planned,
And where it goes,
Is not in my hand,
But I’ll walk this path,
One foot before t’other,
And not allow it,
To permanently smother.

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