The Byway
The Byway
I may have been a place or two
Where your foot has fallen or wishes to.
I have known a decibel of fright
And shrieked aloud the cold dark night
In braveness have you reached in aid?
In kindness have you sought to save
Sweet precious feelings of a friend
And sacrificed your own true end?
Stoop not at indignity nor
Puff and gel in praise.
For both fade fickle in the light
And melt away in haze.
We’ll not be judged on cleverness
Instead we will succeed
On our state of readiness
To lend a hand in need.
Copyright © Kathryn Collins | Year Posted 2013
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