on a very narrow, thin ledge
sitting up high on a wall
wishing no big gust of wind come along
causing me to Fall
I am worried
because on one side
is a thick hedge
on the other, nothing to cushion my Fall
It's fifty fifty
from which way the wind blows
one little push........
who would I call?
But the day was still
and the view was nice
and as a matter of fact
I felt quite Tall
So I better get down now
and call it a day
cause if I had fell
I would feel ever so small
Dear David You look so much better on the ground, come on in where its warmer Love Duncan x
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To me this sounds like life itself. On the edge, just go ahead one more gust of trouble and crash to the ground. But we all see things differently. Great read! Patricia