Decisions
make
paths and roads
We must
walk, skip,
dance,
or skulk along
We may
gather company
along the way
at times
masses
at others
only one or two
or maybe
we walk
alone.
Thorns and brambles
may catch us
Or our way
may be sunny
and scenic
No matter the course,
we must continue.
How will you walk along?
Will you moan and groan,
focusing on the pebble in your shoe?
Will you take off your shoes and barefooted,
Reveling in the feeling of grass between your toes?
My journey is mine
Your journey is yours.
But I hope one day the roads may cross
Here and there.
That I may greet you with an embrace
Or a kiss
And share laughter--giggles,
a glass of wine,
And perhaps a meal or two.
And before we part,
we embrace once again,
wish each other well,
and pray we find one another
once more at journey's end.
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