The Shards in the Path

Each day I walk the leaf-lined trail

Of a bright green park in a shady vale

But broken glass strews in my path

 

Each shard I gather as I pass

And despair each day that broken glass

Should still infest my garden path

 

Carefree youth’s bare feet in mind

Stops me for the gathering time

I meet each day on the glass-strewn path

 

A life well spent in a world so vast

Is a life spent gathering broken glass

And protecting feet that tread the path

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James Walpole

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