Walking Wise
When I was young
I would walk through woods
with stick in hand and six foot tall
no fear of things
that might or could
stand in my way
or make me fall
But now, years wiser
or so I think
watch each step
for root or stone
and think my journey
twice as sweet
for knowing
I don't walk alone
Now, there are hurdles in my path
that seek to stop
and stay my step
But need no stick,
to help me stand
I just reach up
and take,
Gods hand
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