Balancing on a stick

when the snow obscured the path ahead,
I ran out to move it to the side,
I didn't want the future to change!

I sat back and viewed my hard work. result.
But it wasn't the result I wanted,
the path wasn' t the same,
it could never be the same.

others tripped over the piles of snow at the side,
the fall out, the slippery slope,
dog peed on the piles, such a mess.

Now when it snows,
I let it lie there so everyone can see it,
deal with it, now,
out in the open.


Don't expect me to sweep it to one side.