Composed While Walking With A Cane Poem by Arthur Wall

Composed While Walking With A Cane

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The will to stretch and swagger,
to row, to walk, to ride a bike,
so innocent, yet, like
high steps that drift or stagger,
stride broken, rhythm gone.
And there to catch the graceless
is the mother of grace,
ardent attached, yet other
antidote and antiphon,
hail mother.

[Remembering Bishop Thomas Grady]

Friday, May 13, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: remembrance
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 08 February 2018

Lovely piece of poetry embellished beautiful rhyme and rhythm. A lovely creation. Thanks for sharing.

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Kelly Kurt 15 May 2016

A wonderful tribute, nicely written, Arthur

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