Thursday photo prompt: Guarded #writephoto | Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo (scvincent.com)
Give me a minute.
Let me have another cup of coffee,
Will you?
Before I slosh on after,
Down the trail–
Again– maybe.
You say, a guard now stands there,
Of the newer variety,
Who advises of the locust thorns,
The kind that pierces the shoe
And can go straight into your foot?
Could have used that advice–
Once or twice
Maybe thrice
In life.
But now I’ve rubbed my thumbs
Over the sharp tipped thorns of regret
Until callouses formed.
Then I moved on to other
Fingertips until bloody, raw,
Proving to myself the sharpness of thorns.
So now, you say this stony guardian warns
Of all the thorns
Along the paths and trails?
Might this guardian advise of a thornless trail?
I really wouldn’t care, but the soles of my feet
Are without callous, and I’d like to keep them so.
Send me down a muddy, sloshy trail where
I might just fall and break my neck.
That would be simply fine,
If the soles of my feet
Remain as soft and unmarred
as a baby’s behind.
Hearing The Mermaids Sing 
Life is full of all those thorns we can’t avoid them. The muddy path may sound alluring but having broken my back twice I can’t recommend breaking your neck 😉💜💜
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Having a double dogbone plate and eight screws in my neck, I would have to agree with you!😄. Thank you
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Lol it no fun each time I had an operation I was told 50/50 wheel chair but you have to go for it don’t you 💜💜💜💜
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Not only is the journey long and winding, but protected by sharp thorns, maybe a sloshy road would soften the old callouses, however the baby’s bum might be a bit muddy🤔💙🌏
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True!
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I love this… but I’ll go with the thorns and callouses, I think. A lot to learn from those ❤
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Yes, there is! Thank you.
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🙂
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