Gold RibbonA Poem by Wendy Sue
Walking was so simple,
how easy it use to be. No weight did I carry, like floating gently in the sea. No thought given to tripping, expected as it should. Strolling traded for running, just because I could. Medals now awarded, the race is all but done. Someone flipped the gravity switch, nothing have I won. © 2021 Wendy SueReviews
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