The Rickety Fence

Like an old rickety fence I am

In a gentle wind I move 

Swaying this way and that

In blustery gusts

I sway further, creaking 

But upright I stay

How I fear the storm 

My old timbers may not hold

A lifetime of battering has done its worse

But if the storm breaks me

New timber added to the old

And upright I stand again

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Once Lost in Nowhere, then Perditus

Now just a Simple Pilgrim

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