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Here I Am

 

Here I am, nearly eighty,

Stomping along like a one year old,

With arms spread to add balance

In case I fall over.

Truly it is my second childhood,

And I watch adults who walk

So confidently and easily over the earth.

And I watch them and laugh with

The joy of seeing them

And realising again what wonders

Children are who fall many times

And stand again until they conquer it.

I too laugh because having walked,

Danced and jumped from rock to rock,

And now do not glide but stomp

I still feel joy because I am learning

To walk again – slowly and with a stick

 

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