Wednesday, 20 October 2021

There's A Wobble In My walk


There's a wobble in my walk 
A stumble in my stride
A shyness in my speech 
And a humble in my pride

There's a feeling in my thought 
A flying in my fall
A stooping as I climb 
The loss of gaining all

There's a dying in my life
A living in my death
There's a taking and a taking hold 
In letting go and taking my last breath 







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