Sturdy
Sometimes all that’s left
To round things out
When thinking fast or slow
Is the study of the oldest art
A sleep perchance to dream
To dream and wake refreshed
Our body feeling well and strong
Sturdy, balanced, ready to face doubt.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Sturdy
Sometimes all that’s left
To round things out
When thinking fast or slow
Is the study of the oldest art
A sleep perchance to dream
To dream and wake refreshed
Our body feeling well and strong
Sturdy, balanced, ready to face doubt.
Good one! I like this ending ,
Sturdy, balanced, ready to face doubt.