The Measure

 Against what’s proper
And polished
We keep our eyes down these days
Having faith in only that we no longer have the strength
To see what isn’t there

Each day brings its journey
Down stairwells
Through thoroughfares
Around corners too dark
Up or out into the blue

Thankful for life around and within
Aren’t we
Wishing though
For stronger legs and for footsteps
Whose echo steadies hands

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