RT (April 7 1956 / Greensburg, PA)

He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven

HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

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LOL....ohh...you need a darn good physiotherapist! ! I can sympathize. Hugs, Dee
Stop walking so far ahead, springs to mind from this interesting neck strain of a haiku Richard. Very good. Tai