The Last Crooked Mile
Saw the prints so there I track
Standing here on the edge of the crack
An alarming abyss and no turning back
Peeking around in deep dark places
There to find small little traces
Of successes in life and all the disgraces
There laid before me in my hand
Not even a mere speck of sand
Among the scheme of things so grand
Soaring so high up and away
Clearer there the light of day
Watching in wonder the superlative display
Climbing up on wings to take a ride
Naked and leaving behind all aside
With no reason at all or desire to hide
No words invented could ever convey
The visions there that come my way
As I sit and ponder my thoughts today
Some are good and some are bad
Then of those that make me sad
And of course so very happy and glad
If wanting to sing while walking along
Don't track in the dark places for much too long
And never try to create your own words to the song
Bad things can happen along the while
But upon my face I want to wear a smile
As I travel along that last crooked mile
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