Habit Handicap. Poem by Gillian.E. Shaw
Habit Handicap.
Once a woman with a misshapen foot
and an ill fitting shoe
trod so carefully, cautiously then took
a hard and uphill route.
Heel kicked out at an undiscovered time;
toe towards (yet ever
further from) a youth spent remembrance;
vision- less, retarded
wholly mistaken with stumbling stance
she labored in reverse
desperate to find but kept toiling on
unable to see her footing was wrong.
November 2006
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5/5/2024 2:40:36 PM # 1.0.0.1119
And so government must reverse course, throtle -up and take a knee to this dubious war...well done..