To crawl is to learn to walk
To walk is to learn to run
Near the setting of life's sun
All we have learned is slowed
Sometimes to a cry, often to a crawl
So we are capable of sorting the
Genuine from the imitation
The reality from the dream
We have grown from birth
To life's end each hour, each day
Some lesson learned a journey
Entered upon without our knowledge
Having entered this world we scurry
And forage seeking, longing, striving
Gathering, like the squirrels in fall each
Opportunity to obsorb and understand
The wonder of it all.
written by Pauline April, 2002
copyright 2006
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