Swiftly darting forth and back
Across my field of
view,
I scarce can
follow your brisk path
And wonder where
you’re rushing to.
There is no reason
I might know
For you to be in
such a rush
Scurrying from
hither yon
Among the crowded
underbrush.
I would not, could
not follow
As my eyes are
wracked with age,
And even if frustration
vexes
I’ll not yield to
fits of rage.
Content to be a
witness to
Your fleet,
complete dexterity,
I marvel in your
certitude
As you approach
your apogee.
Share with me your
star-crossed story,
Sing your
plaintive sorrowed song.
Know that in your
darkest moments
You are not alone
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