Paths of our feet



We Hear the Voice of Wisdom (Poem)

We hear the voice of wisdom
while others shout ‘disregard’
We know whom to follow
yet doing so can be hard
Like seeing a puddle in the street
do we walk around?
Ah, it’s not too deep!
I’ll not stomp my feet
Then once in the middle
there is no victory fiddle
We now slosh on through
with wisdom laughing our due!

(We Hear the Voice of Wisdom, © Steven S. Walsky, October 2017.)