Inch by Inch It's a Cinch
Years ago when life's storms raged
I weathered them as best I could.
Like a scraggly Cedar rooted in dust,
against the gales I stood.
The wind and the rain tore at my boughs.
Needles fell to the ground.
I won the battle for stand I must,
though battered and bruised and scarred.
Then I discovered, through the wisdom of age,
that life needn't be this hard.
I had met the breeze with a one-foot ruler
and was bucking it yard by yard.
It didn't take long to change my strategy
when the simpler way I found.
I encountered a huge tornado
and into breaths I broke it down.
Now, when the challenges of life seem overwhelming
I remember with a pleasant grin
that yard by yard life's just too hard;
but inch by inch it's a cinch.
9-2-94
By ArtisticPoet48
© 2008 ArtisticPoet48
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