How little I know as a child
How long this road I tread would be
Never once did I ever imagine
That I would stand so tall
And look down on little ones
So dear to me today.
This road of my life
Has been filled with
Many holes, many ditches
Many cracks and many faults
All of which
I have learned to avoid, walk round,
Fall into, trip over
To make me the woman
That I am now.
No one else has walked
This very same road
But I, and I alone
As a child, with eyes young and wild
Would I have trodden the same path,
If I had known what lay ahead with every step,
Knowing that one day
I would arrive
Right here,
With still many miles
Of my road to go?
My feet have never grown tired
And my head and heart, not weary
Because in my mind’s eye
My road will come to no end
Until I stop walking round those ditches,
Stepping over the faults
And avoiding the cracks
That lay before me
I had not realised
That unless I face these obstacles
And not walk with
Open blind eyes
This long road of life
Will get no shorter
But the potholes will
Become deeper.
Sx
(20th February 1990)
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