| The Road We are on the road Before we know of it Climbing, falling, getting up again We quickly chose our own trails Often not knowing why An inclination, instinct, or whim At time we break a new path With sweat and tears Yet pleased the way is one's own There are many roads behind And yet to come Challenges met, and battles to fight This journey is life's way Travel well. Michael Young Overland Park, Kan. |
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