Friday, June 6, 2014

Smaller Steps


I still live in the old house

With the very high ceilings.

I remembered today,

How we ascended the steep stairs

Like we met all challenges then…

Two steps at a time,

While never looking back.



I tripped on the second stair tonight,

Attempting to revisit my youth.

I was reminded today,

I'm alone now;  prone to descending.

I found my way upstairs slowly;

One step at a time,

While never looking forward.

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