I’ve seen this poem in various sources. I like it.
‘I walk down the street,
There’s a deep hole in the path.
I fall in.
I am lost…….I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault,
It takes forever to find a way out.
I walk down the same street,
There’s a deep hole in the path.
I pretend I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I’m in the same place, but,
It isn’t my fault.