Woman
in a Shoe
I know a woman, who sat in a shoe and tried not of think of Nepal,
A forbidding land with a fabulous view that precipitated the fall.
It’s not that Nepal was the bottom line, as things like this can
be so often,
But by going he had driven the final nail in their relationship
coffin.
Unemployment can hit you without any fault. To be out of work
isn’t a crime.
Hardship can give your life some salt. It depends what you do
with your time.
Artists all come with their own set of issues. Without issues
there is no art.
A curious phrase as substantial as tissue can give us a good place
to start.
Cats on the table, and books on the floor, music and art spilling
out of the door.
She’s heard all the warnings. She knows what to do. She’ll ponder
it all
while she sits in her shoe.
What brings us together? What drives us apart? What meaning do
we find in life?
It’s beautiful weather; it’s music and art that joins us as husband
and wife.
A thousand small choices were made on the way. They added up pound
by pound.
Laughter can keep disillusion at bay ‘till the love boat runs
aground.
Our life path can undergo a revision, sometimes without even
detection.
A change in priority drives the decision that sends us another
direction.
Her choice has been made. She packs up her things; animals, canvas
and sandals.
Flying away on her butterfly wings. Lighting her way with a candle.
Cats on the table, and books on the floor, music and art spilling
out of the door.
She knows all the warnings. She sees what she’ll do. She’ll ponder
it all
as she sits in her shoe.
