If you can knock the mud from you boots
and plant them another step,
I will do the same.
There are blister and splinters in these fingers
but they can managed one more rung.
Lend me your lungs
and I’ll give you my breath.
It’s not quite meeting in the middle
but we’re also not finished yet.
Daily Post: Compromise
I write a post about not using rhyme very often in my poetry and now I end up writing a rhyme filled poem. How’s that for irony?