I tripped, backed up and slipped. Moved to the right, there was no room in sight. Tried to make a left, almost ended in death.
Standing in a mine field, I had to surely yield. For quite some time, my life wouldn't sublime. I was afraid to reposition, so life continued its inquisition.
I finally tried again, I was chopped down before I begin. I'm still here tripping, at times slipping, but I won't corrupt, and forget giving up!
Love Tinka
Put your best foot forward, and you won't trip.
Love your writing,
Sandie May Angel :o)