I wander the path of life long-led
under a starless sky, wide open
and without bearing-marks.
The eyes of strangers say nothing,
the hearts of loved ones, meaning well
sometimes steer you down the righteous path
and sometimes lead you to sin.
In the end, though, each person chooses
where to place that next footfall
and end up in a place of their own choosing.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
Offline) - Published: June 10th, 2025 06:26
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Comments3
Very true write we decide the paths we will travel on, enjoyed the read
A most interesting poem that speaks of a path of life in dark and no markers where we listen to others guide us, sometimes for good and others for ill. It is our choice whom to listen to but who do you trust? Good thought provoking write
Gtreat write
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