Doing Swimmingly
I a woman of sixty and seven have come to realize
There is more here going on than is evident to the eyes
What is allowed by ego to filter through our defences
Is not the sum total registered by our senses
As we are able to carry the weight like a mother doting
Incrementally it sifts it through without sugar coating
We see what we are ready to see unedited without bias
No matter the seas that lay ahead we say in confidence Try Us
Last Friday week I learned to swim after being the banker for years
Finding I'm hyped to name and address all my other fears
I want to live life conscientiously enslaved to nothing but God
The trainers are off on my way giving my governess a nod
Copyright © Vickey Rhymer | Year Posted 2022
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