While Walking a Trail
Met a stranger of the woman persuasion,
walking a trail.
She talked to me like an empathetic friend,
not a man that would disappoint eventually,
only wanting to check out her tail.
Once not long ago, I would have been guilty as charged, but today I said nix.
Lately I have discovered a respect for boundaries,
in the long run, mean more than a quick fix.
She played down her helpful gestures, advice, water, as if,
these shouldn't carry any weight.
She didn't realize the small things, quickly add up, in the scale somewhere in the sky,
and our time here is getting late.
To gain a new friend, would be lucky, better than a lotto win.
Not to lose this chance, would be different than in the past,
always taking it on the chin.
Copyright © Randolph Byrd | Year Posted 2018
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