Got The T-Shirt: Ward Walking
This profound poem by Steph Spiers sums up a life in twelve lines.
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Between birth and death what happens?
From a blank canvas mewling
to a complex filed index.
Well worn. Well thumbed.
Over used. Tired. Jaded.
Overburdened. Riotous.
One voice in too numerous a setting.
Another place. Now another life!
Calmer now, and quiet
ward walking – entirely alone.
Inner peace denied. Talking out loud.
People stare, faces seem familiar.
