Friday, March 16, 2012

The Stepping Stone

Running ahead, eyes shut tight
A boulder I stumbled and fell against,
I cried and swore and eyes wide open
Walked slowly, hoping to reach my goal...

The stranger heaved and huffed and puffed
And carried the rocks to his store,
Chiseled and smoothed he carved out steps
And the boulder became my stepping stone... 

No comments:

Post a Comment