Reaching The Edge



Walking along

And missed my turn

As I soon learned

And coming to the end

When reaching the edge

Of the cliff and ridge

And nowhere did I notice a bridge

But rather slipped and fell

Due to not seeing the ledge

With no sign, up ahead

And no way to keep from falling

When the end of the line

Comes calling and crawling

Towards my immediate view

Yet with no clear line of sight

Despite all the clues

As I almost tasted the bite

With no chance of a real fight

Regretting every step

That was taken here

And my way of escape

Doesn’t seem very clear

Must be careful to not tread

Anywhere close to the edge


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Writings By MCM