Cakewalk

I admit my life has been a cakewalk.
And every beating I've endured,
That has scraped my knees...
As I fell to awaiting pavement,
And knocking my head against obstacles...
I can say today,
After experiencing the heat of it...
And tasting every bit of the mixture made,
I have grown to enjoy in my progressing years...
The addition of the delicious frosting I did not expect.
After developing my patience and eliminating regrets.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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