Sitting alone on a knife edge
Looking each way and it's a fall
Slow and steady goes it
Each step you take is a danger
So you carefully place each foot
Each step doesn't help with the next one
Sometimes the pleading for a rest
Knowing there will be none for you
I wonder what do you think of me
When you see me day to day
Sometimes so tired of it all
With a rest so far away.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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