Perhaps you never tried to ask for help in the right place. Or ever.
Try it.
The last Mile
I've come this far with all I hadI did it on my own!
but now I see the road has changed
because the winds have blown
and left debris
it's hard to see
I can no longer smile
unless I ask:
lessen my task
and walk with me this mile -
This mile seems long, more like two miles
and very lonely, too
My feet are sore, my shoes all worn
and I was doing great
I hope and pray
you've come to stay
and not say,"It's too late"
They tell me that those aren't the kind
of words you're known to use
so I will take a leap of faith
and ask,"Please help me choose"
with confidence.
This does make sense
since you've walked here before
I'm coming your way
willingly and you won't ask for more.
Why don't you talk with me a while
your words are very few
Just go ahead and scold me now
for things I didn't do
And you're not making fun of me
It seems more like a smile
so comforting, so soothing
to get me throuh this mile!
Poetry by betsy Firefly
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Written on 2007-03-06 at 04:53
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