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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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments2
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
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