Pilgrim
“We think in eternity
but we move slowly through time.”
My daily duties nibble and gnaw.
I slowly shrink beneath their onslaught.
I feel myself diminishing, gradually,
hour by hour, disappearing into myself.
Even sunshine and silver-lined clouds
weigh heavily upon me, some days, when
my legs grow weak, my strength fails,
and my frail and feeble mind seeks out
a simpler way to continue my journey.
I favor those paths that gently slope,
downhill, preferably, and I avoid
rough, stony ground. Pilgrim through
this barren land, close to my journey’s
end, where footsteps are perilous,
stumbles lead to tumbles, I cannot risk
a fall, for if I fall, like many who have gone
before, I may fall to rise no more.
rogermoorepoet 
After reading this post I know for certain you had better watch where you plant your feet with the fairy house around. You never know just where it might be placed next. My footsteps have been rather wildly placed lately. I think I’ve invented several new dance steps in the process but don’t know what to call them. Not sure of the music to set them to either, but it would have to be something very wild and free sounding. Seriously, I love the poem.
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I had to check which poem it was – I have become more forgetful than ever. ‘Cada pie mal puesto es una caida, cada caida es un precipicio’ – Luis de Gongora (circa 1625-27). Every false step means a fall, and every fall is down a precipice. others have stumbled this way before us.
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Very nice. I had to take a moment to write this one down in my book of quotations. Thank you.
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It is a lovely quote. Gongora was (and still is, for me) a wonderful poet.
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