i walk past glory
head down, out of countenance,
full of disbelief,
and registering only
that mud can be hard on socks
i walk past glory
head down, out of countenance,
full of disbelief,
and registering only
that mud can be hard on socks
Said by the hearts of all survivors, though not as succinctly, as calmly.
It happens to us all, eventually, I think.