Friday, March 15, 2019

A gypsy story

She wanted to travel from here to there
and thought the hill a mere bump in the road
so she got out her old trusted wagon
and prepared for the journey ahead.

But as she got to the bump in the road
it seemed to have grown out of all proportion
so she battled and strained, broke her composure,
and cried with the effort of going ahead.

So there she was stuck half way up
thinking and thinking what to do next
and as she pondered months turned into years
while she grew older and then too old.

Too old to go on, too old to go back,
so what was that gypsy to do?
I guess she planned in case, just in case,
there should ever be as some believe
another chance at this thing called life.

What would she be, where would she be,
and I hope she has her blueprint complete
before she decides to set herself free
because nothing happens without a plan.

She plans to this day and knows to believe
she’ll be in a place of safety and love
and that all the other attendant things
will be as she means them to be!

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