When the next step is a puddle,
may I take it with a hop and a smile.
When the next step is a rose garden,
may I powder my nose on the dewy petals.
When the next step is a pile of manure,
may I tell a good joke and laugh.
When the next step is the moon,
may I admire the waning earth.
And when the next step is unknown,
may I take it on my knees.
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