We all have different journeys,
Different paths along the way,
The hard one with the greater reward at the end,
The easier one with the tougher ending
We all were meant to learn some things,
but never meant to stay...
Our destination is a place,
Far greater than we know.
For some the journey's quicker,
For some the journey's slow.
And when the journey finally ends,
We'll claim a great reward,
The Path of life can be long or short...
For some it is straight and level,
While for others it is windy and for each of us is different and steep;
But for most, it is neither;
And yet, somehow, it is both.
Life is no straight and easy corridor along
Which we travel free unhampered
But a maze of passages,
Through which we must seek out the way,
Lost and confused, now and again.
And Many side trails branch off from
Or cross, or even join it for a ways,
And then the path grows wider
Wide enough for two or more to walk
Along side by side, sharing, caring,
Experiencing the new but ever old,
Seeing the same things perhaps in a
Different light yet enjoying them together...
On this, the path of life.
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