FEET

[Ol Mike]

I recently came across a poem written by my late wife's aunt .

As a young man it had little meaning. Now, as the years pass, I now see the truth it holds. I think many of us here can relate.

FEET

I MUST GO CAREFULLY NOW
AND SLOW.

THE FEET THAT RAN SO LIGHTLY DOWN THE LANE
ARE TIRED AND CANNOT UNDERSTAND THE PAIN.

OR WHY THEY MAY NO LONGER FREELY GO
WHERE BRANCHES WAVE AND SPRINGTIME FLOWERS BLOW.

BUT ON THIS LATER PATH I NOW SEE MANY THINGS
THAT I HAVE MISSED IN OTHER SPRINGS

A GREATER BEAUTY, TRUE AND DEEP.
FOREVER IN MY HEART TO KEEP.

INEZ ELLIS RAY