There are
trails around the world and life,
That traverse
a perilous ledge…
One misstep
means certain death;
Tumbling
over the edge.
The cliff
side paths, a metaphor,
At times for
my daily life…
One step and
then another,
On the blade
of a razor sharp knife.
We seek out
holds and bannisters,
To protect
us from slips and fails…
Joni for
half a century,
Furnished my
life with safety rails.
Often when
betrayed or beaten,
Her lyrics, verbatim,
I’d recall…
There was
never a crisis prevented,
Yet her albums
softened the fall.
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