The Minefield

THREE WORD WEDNESDAY

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'juggle, navigate, fawn'

THE MINEFIELD

Living life is like making one's way

Through a minefield that stretches ahead.

Any moment an unaware step

May mean that your hopes are all dead.

A false step, a careless mistake,

A mismanagement lacking in thought

May mean that the route that you'd planned

Has exploded and all life is fraught.

We may fawn at the feet of the great,

We may juggle with this and with that,

We may navigate, barter and plan,

But a trip may mean that we go 'Splat!'

When one reaches a great age and finds

That one's managed to cross the terrain

Without too many pancake landings,

And too many wrestles with pain,

Then one has to be thankful to Fortune,

Or the series of games we call Choice,

For Life is, for certain, a minefield

And we hope, at the end, to rejoice.

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THE EXPERIMENT

Sweet Flower of the Forest, I have removed one rose.

Oh! I didn't realise it was holding up your clothes!

Let me remove the left-hand one, just to check the theory.

My thoughts are absolutely pure, my innocent little dearie.

Did I tell you I was a Scientist? Why, it seems to me

That only a thorough removal will establish Q.E.D.

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