Stones Strewn About

Stones strewn about
All over the beach
Scattered in piles,
Stretching for miles
Such clatter and roar
as the waves wash them o’er
And yet, I press on
One foot
in front of the other
One shoe
just clearing the hazard
Whilst the other shoe sinks
in the sand


Ah, such effort and care must I take
To make sure I don’t twist my ankle
Or break my toe
On this stone or that
Or the millions or so that lie up ahead
Happily, those behind can do me no harm—
Unless I turn 'round
And run back among
Those stones strewn about
All over the beach