The See-Saw Poem by Ruta Mohapatra
The See-Saw
Riding and riding
The see-saw of life
There is pain in my spine
And a fear of falling
A fear of not rising
Each time I touch the ground
My legs may not help
Pushing up and then swinging
There is green grass inviting
Caressing my feet
Hope the fall will be soft
On my last day of riding
Let the sunlight come pouring
To bath me in its glow
Let the wind ease my pain
When time stops my breathing
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5/23/2024 10:21:10 AM # 1.0.0.1119
So, so true we fall off the see saw and get back on. As we get older we have to try a little harder with each fall to get back up. Only when we take our final breath will we have wings to fly and never fall again. A beautifully penned write. Thank you Ruta.
Thank you Chris for not only reading my poem but also getting inside it to absorb the essence!