This life a road –
the way prepared
signs to guide me,
and still, I get lost.
Construction, distraction,
disobedience – throw me off –
tendency to choose tougher routes,
broken down and been sidelined
And yet, the road still beckons,
invites progression, thrills.
A rolling stone gathers no moss,
my father liked to say, and so…
I push ahead, keep motoring,
trust the obstacles – more lessons –
will polish off the rough patches,
and eventually learn to shine.
Gorgeous VJ! ā¤
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Thanks so much!
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Beautiful poem!
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Thank you
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I’m glad you mentioned that you had another blog because I needed the prompt to find it. Beautifully said, VJ!
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Thanks Wynne.
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the road to life, is always winding, and all we can do is, to follow thtese, sharp turns, and grab a hold onto the steering wheel, hoping that we stay, safe on the, road, for as long as we are, supposed, to.
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Indeed!
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The truth about life…despite all the knowledge and experience we think we have, we get lost. Beautifully written, VJ
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It is true. Thank you
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Inspiring and beautiful
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Thank you!
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Youāre most welcome VJ
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