Precipice
The easy road I never took—
The mossy path beside the brook
Or highway with the signs so plain—
Walking cliffs in the rain.
Below are bones to mark the place
Where other climbers fell through space.
But dying…striving not to fail:
I’d rather trek the slippery trail.
Copyright © Steve Eng | Year Posted 2010
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