Stumbling On
It was a dark and stormy night
(Edgar Allan got that line right),
The path was hidden from our sight.
We stumbled on, without a sight,
Anywhere, of a welcome light
That would release us from our plight.
I admit, it was not too bright
To let the torch out of our sight
When we got caught up in that fight.
I just wish I had second sight.
Copyright © Beth Evans | Year Posted 2020
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