The road
It
stretches out
As
far as I can see,
Leading
to the horizon
Where
I must be.
The
dust beneath my feet,
Adorns
the road
That
I call life.
People,places,
sights, sounds,
Memories-
happy and sad.
HE
had never promised me
The
road would be easy
To
walk upon.
Life
changes
Through
the kaleidoscope of time,
Familiar
sights and sounds
Blur
and dissolve on the horizon.
This
is the road
That
I was meant to walk upon,
Mine
alone
To
enjoy or endure.
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