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Mar 2023
This is just a stairway and at times you have to rest,
it's a long way to the summit and I'm told that when I get there
I am going to look my best

it's hard to believe that when life has knocked you flat and time has chiselled canyons through your features,

thank god for public seating and the alcoves on the stairway where you can put your feet up for a break,

I've seen men racing on unaware that where they're going is the end and they'll be gone,
I try to take my own sweet time.
what comes beyond those gates is anybody's guess
and I leave guesswork well alone,
all I know is
I am going home
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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