This road I've traveled ever long,
with many others, now long gone.
The better things seemed up ahead,
with things I did, with things I said.
So, pressing on with reckless haste,
with never anytime to waste;
The road seemed long, so far to go,
appeared so tiresome, painful, slow.
There's no one now to hold my hand
and show with love they understand.
When gazing at life's setting sun,
regrets are few, with battles won.
This life is short, though it is grand-
Seek in your search that promised land.
July-2020
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