Life asks you to walk anywhere
Gives you means to think everywhere
But there are no such treks as U-turns;
Plod ahead while glancing back
And find yourself sprawled on pavement.
Trip
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RED GLADIOLA 
Or you might be turned to salt, like Lot’s wife! Love the image you chose.
Ah, that sounds worse! And thanks. The image inspired the poem. =)
Nice. Love those first two lines especially.
Thanks, Benjamin. Appreciate it!
You’re welcome.
Such beautiful words, put together so well. Thank you.
I’m glad you liked it. Thanks! ❤