Messages carried along
meandering lanes
without conscious input
by electronic impulses are
speeding across the sinews,
through the blood avenues
and down the back alleys
to our feet, on the footpath
of life
telling us
that pressing on
is the only
way
forward.
Meanwhile telegrams
travel to the very edges
of our arterial network
sending instructions
to our shoulders
and on
to our arms and hands
to move in beautiful unison
with our feet
thus
allowing us
to set out
using
our form of
propulsion.
And so we amble on
blissfully unaware
of the arduous tasks
our body will carry out
every second
of every day
for
all
of
our lives.
©Joe Wilson - The unseen journey...2015
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 11:52 AM UTC
Messages carried along
meandering lanes
without conscious input
by electronic impulses are
speeding across the sinews,
through the blood avenues
and down the back alleys
to our feet, on the footpath
of life
telling us
that pressing on
is the only
way
forward.
Meanwhile telegrams
travel to the very edges
of our arterial network
sending instructions
to our shoulders
and on
to our arms and hands
to move in beautiful unison
with our feet
thus
allowing us
to set out
using
our form of
propulsion.
And so we amble on
blissfully unaware
of the arduous tasks
our body will carry out
every second
of every day
for
all
of
our lives.
©Joe Wilson - The unseen journey...2015
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