This road has been
A winding path
Uneven, rough
Often paved with glass
Sharp corners, turns
Less than kind
Many miles behind
Sometimes sunshine.
Often cold
Many times unheard
I wrapped my frame
In warming words
Many loves
Along the way
Often hurt
What more to say.
I travel still
To each bend
The guiding hand
Of fate transcends
What lies beyond
The next crossroads
I do not know
What life beholds.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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great write
thanking you much appreciated read
Life as a road with its bends and inability to see what is ahead. Well written
thanking you as always much appreciated
You are most welcome
My friend, I’ve known roads like this myself…the kind where you keep moving without fully knowing what waits around the next bend. That mix of hurt, endurance, and quiet acceptance comes through clearly here. It feels reflective without losing hope. Beautifully done, Norman. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
very kind comments for which I thank you, much appreciated
Ahh, that'll be the road where you never get to the next crossroads, as the bus never arrives! lol.
thats the one lol
Fine words Norman, that road will take you to a wonderful place.
Andy
Thanks for read always much appreciated
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