Icy Poem

Treading over these icy paths 
I feel these steps are familiar
and none strike me as peculiar
as I balance my weight.

Life itself requires close watching
as one connects as through the ice
to ground oneself in world less nice
requires careful balance.

Still, the path waits for bold and brave:
Neither under the summer sun
nor after Jack Frost's cruel fun
are things ever perfect.

One foot, one step, one day, move on.
Keep moving through the winter's cold
and face the heat with a heart bold
as you keep your balance

Dedicated to the two people riding bikes past me. Now that’s dedication and bravery. Also, one of them apparently thought it was just as ludicrous as I did by the panic and joy in her eyes.

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