The Stepping Stones

The bridge lay broken across the brook perplexed, the traveler, long he stood look at it as a stumbling block the minute hand ticking in the clock to find a way out of the tangle decide to make a short ramble to find whether he can step on stones should be near ones and like clones at last, he found a place nearby where the stones lay each to each close by it would be a balancing act slip from a stone and fall flat he must not wet his leather shoes but the prospects lay dim without clues he is about to give up the plan when a bright idea in his brain cells sprang he'd take off his shoes and hold in hand place a foot on the slippery stand for a while, he stops to wander about his life and goals he ponders like the stepping stones on the way reach goals of life day by day