Sunday, July 24, 2011

on tiptoes

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Standing on my tiptoes, tiptoes, tip-top tiptoes.

Oh, if only I were taller!

If only I could reach!

It's beckoning and smiling but somehow it -- whatever it is -- is too tall.

It's taller and even my tip-top tiptoes do not, can not, never could suffice.

I must be taller ... just a little taller ... and all would be as it should be... everything would be better ... everything would be ahhhhhh.

Reaching, hoping, praying, begging ... just a little bit taller, just a teeny-tiny bit.

Standing on my tiptoes, tiptoes, tip-top tiptoes.
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1 comment:

  1. I remember having that kind of trust in people, but then I grew up and gained experience.

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