Aisha Sherazi

Rookie (London, UK)

The Walk - Poem by Aisha Sherazi

I'm going for a walk,
Stepping oh slow slow,
My feet will now take me,
Where they want to go.

No longer will I rush,
The wind won't push me now,
For even if it tries to,
We shall have a row.

I'm catching all teh sights,
The things that I have missed,
Looking at the sky,
Recalling all I wished.

Before I got so busy,
Before I learnt to hurry,
Now my feet are in charge,
I do not need to worry.

And so I'll keep on walking,
Breathing in the air,
As for jobs outstanding,
I do not really care.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 2, 2006

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