The stepping stones she took no note of,
There to carry her across the river to the other side,
She gave them no thanks for the service they provided,
And so went her life.
Leaving behind those that serviced her journey,
Never tending to them or looking back to enquire,
And when she found her path had led her nowhere,
Turned around to find it overgrown, impassable.
(a reminder to myself)