I walk down the street,
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost...I am helpless,
It isn't my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
II
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I am in the same place.
But, it isn't my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.
III
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it there.
I still fall in... Its a habit... but,
my eyes are open.
I know where I am.
Its my fault.
I get out immediately.
IV
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.
V.
I WALK DOWN ANOTHER STREET
8 comments:
All right. Great example of how we learn and the process that it takes. Good post. Had to smile. I think I have taken that walk several times.
I like this. It is such a great example of how we learn some of the more difficult lessons in life.
I love this poem by Portia Nelson. I saw it illustrated once with a "Walking Man".
Just shows me how many times we get it wrong before we learn to get it right . Old habits are hard to break, but not impossible !
Thanks Jan for the author. I didn't know who wrote it.
HI DORIS.
(She's My SISTER!!).
Enjoyed the poem, good post.
I normally don't appreciate poetry..mainly cause I don't get it..I get that..Very nice
Oh, how I relate! I think I was there last week, finally realizing I need to go down a different street.
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