Skirting the edge has defined my trail.
Compassionate kindness my sturdy guardrail.
Grateful am I for those who have guided me.
Durably forged by being loved chidingly.
I’ve needed both bumpers upon life’s lane.
Indifference & apathy ever my bane.
So easy to give in when no one is watching.
Finally yielding to steady debauching.
My saving not owed to plenty paired eyes.
A lean team observing prevents my capsize.
I need not adoration from mercurial mobs.
A few satellites can govern love’s jobs.
I no longer wish for more than I have.
The dream of needs met an unlimited salve.
I grow to my limits & often surpass them…
Fate sated plate & a cup poured past brim.