The steady cold
The constant cloudy light
The seeming sameness that surrounds
What a perfect foil
For the folly and foolishness
Of those who would dance
On our toes.
Time to reflect and to recollect
Those moments of moment
That have shaped
The landscape of our lives
The topography of our travels
The places we persisted
The heights we’ve reached
And, yes, the depths of our descents.
Yet this is all too much
Better left as such
Better left not shared not said
One’s image not impaired.
Instead, ready and prepared
To meet one’s weighty foes
And step upon their toes!
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