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The Path
 
 
There is a winding, twisting path
Its end cannot be seen
But to that end right from the start
Are many miles between
 
There is a turn off to the right
It smoothes out for a ways
But bumps and potholes hide ahead
Could be that way for days
 
Then comes a fork, one way goes up
One goes directly down
It is a choice that must be made
You cannot go around
 
The path goes through sunshine and storms
Fowl weather and most fair
A bit is dark and dangerous
And others light as air
 
While strolling on this endless path
Once in a little while
Look back at fondest memories
Remember with a smile
 
 
(c) "Amalthea Celebras"  K.C. Fahel  28 June 1995