Crawling along life's catwalks, not caring to look down into it's depths, just slowly walking on pathways I create from whims of imagination.
Serenely capturing youth and holding it in treasured memories for days ahead when I will be of no use to anyone, except in my mind, alone with myself.
Caught up in a revelry of unanticipated emotions, striving to live as best I can with whatever I may have left to my inner dreams and what will eventually become of me.
A moving write. The catwalks of life are never steady. It goes up, down and all around. Still there is inner peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some of us never crawl that path and enjoy life until the end, they simply lay down and fall to sleep, isn't that precious to know. Most would relate perhaps to what might be considered truthful words in this poem but I will be smiling all the way down the path with or without legs that work. Thanks for sharing.....