The Road Ahead

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THE ROAD AHEAD

Take a look at a baby's feet,

Fit both inside your hand,

And consider all the miles they'll walk

Across the unknown land.

Imagine step and step and step

Each following the other,

On and on and on and on

As they walk away from Mother.

Those feet will walk on sand-hills,

They'll walk on rocky shores,

On slippery slopes and pavements

And on polished ballroom floors.

Those feet will walk untrammeled

Through the gentle summer grass;

And in heavy boots, maybe, they'll march

As folk see the soldiers pass.

Such fragile things to carry us

On a journey of such length!

Feet! Just bones and skin,

But what enormous strength!

The baby's feet I speak of

May walk till ninety-three!

Then their owners are allowed to say
'My feet are killing me!'
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            Alphonse Mucha

NOT SO MELLOW FRUITFULNESS!

What a curious expression! What on earth did Alphonse say

To give rise to such a very withering glance?

It can't be all that easy holding armfuls of fresh fruit!

So is she feeling put-upon, by chance?

Has he told her to be gentle with the apples and the pears?

Has he questioned her involvement with the grapes?

Has he told her to be careful how she warms them with her flesh?

He may not want some over-ripened shapes!

Is she just a little peevish with that head-dress on her head?

It must prickle like the blazes, I'm quite sure!

Such foliage is charming when it's growing on the trees,

But to stand there wearing it! Well, that's a chore!

Certain leaves have slipped their moorings and are very uncontrolled!

There's an orange one that's tickling her cheek!

And Alphonse is quite ungracious if she dares to move an inch

So she's certain he would never let her speak!

Did I hear aright? He's saying that she's getting overweight!

He says she's getting heavy round the chin!

He's looking for a younger model with far less derriere;

One who's prettier and verging on the thin!

Seek no further for a reason for the baleful, chilling look!

We've solved the problem! Hence the curious pose!

As soon as he has finished she'll throw caution to the winds

And come and punch old Alphonse on the nose!

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