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!