Autobiography
in five short chapters

 

 

 

 

 

 

  1. I walk down the street,

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I fall I, I am lost, I am helpless.  It isn’t my fault.  It takes forever to find a way out.

 

 

 

  1. I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk; I pretend I didn’t see it. I fall in again.

I cannot believe I am in the same place!

But it isn’t my fault. It still takes me a very long-time to get out.

  1. I walk down the same street; there is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I see it is there, I still fall in; it’s a habit; my eyes are open.

I know where I am. It is my fault.

I get out immediately.

 

  1. I walk down the same street.

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

I walk around it.

 

 

  1. I walk down another street

 

 

Portia Nelson