Highs and Lows
We waded through the sands
as the years progressed
sometimes sinking in the layers
until we could not touch bottom
drowning in the quick sand
other times we ran along the shore
free--we glided like waves
crashing upon the sand
slowly we regained strength
hitting various highs and lows
making us learn and grow
once in a while
pulled in by a undertow
the waves eventually would wash
our footprints from the sand
only to bring them back again
and if the lessons failed
we start all over again.
Copyright © Phyllis Babcock | Year Posted 2020
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