Walking with a Younger Man
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- Written August 2024
Millennial granite from depths deep down;
Memories of past falls become footholds for the future,
Upheavals erupting into new landscapes,
Roots exposed, adding beauty and obstacles,
Rock pulverised to shale, ground into sand
That might comfort the foot but add another hazard.
So I need someone beside me, my rod and staff;
Just two walking poles adding security
As I plod through the forest of gloom
Until I reach the glory of the summit and see what’s beyond,
Discovering it was me who made it after all,
And that beauty may be on the horizon but joy is within,
Preparing me for tomorrow’s uncertain future.
Saleve, Geneva
August 2024