Ice
It's unavoidable,
it's part of life,
the ice you have to cross
and slid on, often falling,
never safe,
its coldness made for slips
and always one day or another
thawing
with disastrous consequences,
as you must fall through
sooner or later;
and then all depends
on that life struggle
which must follow –
will you sink, succumb and perish
or survive refreshed
but somewhat cooler?
It takes time to warm up afterwards,
but then at least you are experienced
to walk more carefully next time,
but there will always be more ice,
and there will always be more thaws.
Poetry by Christian Lanciai
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Written on 2009-05-07 at 16:12
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