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Ada’s Shoes
Ada learned when young
to feel the music of love.
She memorized, when a child,
the sequences and patterns of steps toward forgiveness.
She discovered, as a teen, the connections
made between dancing and dreaming.
She became very adept at both.
She knows how to dance the moment
with angels as partners.
Dancing her own dance
as tap or two-step.
Sharing her dance
as waltz or tango.
Learning the dance of another,
the sways, the paces,
the turns and bends.
She keeps her dance floor large.
No narrow vision, no narrow-mindedness.
She keeps her dance card full
of lots of friends,
and a smile for everyone.
These shoes,
never to be filled by another,
unless one follows the exact path
she followed, to obtain
the best of what the cosmos has to offer.
Middle
Stand right in the middle.
Too much to the left,
Too much to the right,
And they’ll walk past you.
They’ll never hear your words.
You’re unseen.
Uncomfortable drama.
The Lateness Of The Hour
Had I known what to seek as a child,
I would have learned
an extraordinary amount
so much earlier.
I would have applied it
all throughout my life.
Many opportunities passed
to use that knowledge.
But I am not the only one
to fail to harness human thought.
Heed my words as I explain where I went wrong.
We search to find
only those who understand us,
instead of seeking comprehension
of all other things.
If my legacy is told at all,
I wish for it to be thus.
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