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The road I have Traveled.
Bridges I have crossed.
I’ve gone the extra mile,
I’ve come to many stops.
I had a few road blocks,
toward what I thought,
could be the end.
But had to be brought back
a mile or two again.
So when closure comes,
I do know what it will mean.
I’ll finally have peace of mind,
I’ll be able to feel,think, and breathe
I probably won’t believe it.
I’ll think it is all a dream.
And although the journey will have ended.
I’ll never forget What I’ve learned along the way,
or how I learned to take it day by day.
Life is full of so many mixed emotions
As complex as the human mind, as vast as all the oceans.
A giant compilation of the facets of our days,
As hard to find our way around, as any giant maze.
Such feelings we must deal with, like joy and fear and hope,
Grief and love and kindness, with all, we have to cope.
Humility and happiness, laughter and the tears,
Ecstacy, euphoria, the friendship and the fears.
Life is full of many things, like empathy and truth,
Behaviours we are taught to know, even from our youth.
How to understand our friends, how to offer prayer,
How to show our kindness by showing that we care.
Learning to be humble, to think of others first,
How to feed our knowledge like an ever growing thirst.
Trying just to do what’s right, we stumble on our way,
Just hoping that we get it right, for this we always pray.
Life is a mosaic from the moment we are born,
When from our Mothers loving arms, severely we are torn.
From then we struggle onwards, learning every day,
Lessons which will help us, and guide us on our way.
How to live life truthfully, and try to do whats right,
And try to have a vision with a clear and honest sight.
Sometimes, our mosaic, we find the pieces just don’t fit,
Its probably the hardest thing we ever will admit…
We can’t slot in our anger, depression or our pain,
We’re left with mosaic pieces, which we really cant explain.
We try to piece together the fragments that we know,
But all the bits left over, seem to have no place to go.
Our lifes mosaic completed, with all these bits left back,
Lies, deceipt, corruption..lets put them in a sack.
We really do not need them, the greed, the hate, the sorrow,
So let us leave them to one side, and think again tomorrow.
Now please stand back and take a look, the mosaic which we have made,
Look at all the colours, of every hue and shade.
See how they piece together, to make us what we are?
Like a warming fire in winter, or the sailors guiding star.
Every feeling that we feel, every real emotion,
Is a tiny part of our mosaic, created with devotion.
When my hair is thin and silvered,
And my time of toil is through;
When I’ve many years behind me,
And ahead of me a few;
I shall want to sit, I reckon,
Sort of dreaming in the sun;
And recall the roads I’ve traveled
And the many things I’ve done.
I hope there’ll be no picture
That I’ll hate to look upon;
When the time to paint it better
Or to wipe it out, is gone.
I hope there’ll be no vision
Of a hasty word I’ve said
That has left a trail of sorrow,
Like a whip welt sore and red.
And I hope my old age dreaming
Will bring back no bitter scene
Of a time when I was selfish,
Or a time when I was mean.
When I’m getting old and feeble,
And I’m far along life’s way,
I don’t want to sit regretting
Any bygone yesterday.
I am painting now the picture
That I’ll want someday to see;
I am filling in a canvas
That will soon come back to me.
Though nothing great is on it,
And though nothing there is fine,
I shall want to look it over
When I’m old, and call it mine.
So I do not dare to leave it
While the paint is warm and wet,
With a single thing upon it
That I later will regret.
End 
A five letter word
Delicate, easily damaged
As a new borne chick
A soap bubble
Blown high with expectations
Of things to come
Not easily birthed!
Delayed labour, complications
Then the wonderful moment
When dreams are realised
And hope..becomes reality!
Take care!
Handle as a rainbow castle
Once dispersed with one clumsy act
Rebuilding may take years!
The finished product
A sad shadow
Of what was once.
