I stepped from plank to plank
So slow and cautiously;
The stars about my head I felt,
About my feet the sea.
I knew not but the next
Would be my final inch,
This gave me that precarious gait
Some call experience
What is the theme of this poem?
a. You should be careful when walking on a pier.
C.
It takes experience to know which way to
walk.
none of the above
d.
b. Experience is gained through persevering, even
under dangerous circumstances.