Life's loves and losses tangled at her feet,
she takes three steps and falls back two.
She is less then poetry in motion
but she gets up, brushes off and stumbles through.
When her going seemed so useless;
she blindly walked her path,
Making more mistakes then victories,
often swallowing life's wrath.
Known for her many mistakes,
and cursed for them too.
She trudges on and on,
Smiling at her victories... a few
(she is "I")
[This message has been edited by angelsamongus (edited 05-29-2000).]