There’s a time to wrestle with words.
The riddle of our complexes
so we settle in our familiar stalemate.
a fainthearted acceptance
of grudges decades in the making.
Instead, let me extend a hand –
Walk with me?
10 thoughts on “Walk With Me?”
a wonderful poem and pic —
Thanks for saying so.
A beautiful place to walk, indeed.
Indeed: White Cedar Swamp Trail, Cape Cod National Seashore.
Thanks for sharing…
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Hello Richard, I enjoyed this poem and the picture is very unusual it complemented the poem.
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Walk with me? I like the way the photo shows a path to walk. The path curves, the walkers stroll ahead but cannot see where they are heading. Of course, that is the same with every path we take in life.
We might freeze if we saw any further.