I met myself with all my faults
that shook the rocky path.
I dusted off all my mistakes
and laid them end to end.
My errors stretched from
where I stood to three
miles past my home.
I found pardon for my sins,
forgave my harsh disparagement
and saw my blunders
vanish into happiness
and setting sun when
I reached my front door.
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A most interesting poem, Nolcha. I was lovely to see Barbara and you in your FB launch video.
I love this, Nolcha, the sensible way to work things out and think things through – a good walk. Kim R.
At least you found your way home.
Such a good solution... walking long or short often makes problems lessen or solved.