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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