Tuesday, 14 September 2010


When you fall
From all fours
You don’t have far to fold,
And like a child
Finding height
It hurts more from your toes.

But to crawl
Will keep you feeling low
And the profiles
Of the light
Will be hidden in shadows.

And if all
Is ignored,
Because of stature’s glow,
Then you’ll be filed
In the aisles
Of the fools who never know.

So walk tall
And accord
Your feet an ordered road,
And if denied
Then arise
And give it another go.

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