Treasure Island

Sarah HudsonPierce

(February 22,1948 / Sulphur Springs, Arkansas)

A New Path


When One gets tired
Enough
Of one's lot in life
One will find
A way to make
A new path,
A detour,
Not continuing
On a journey
Of self-destruction,
Being starved in return!
copyright 1994

Submitted: Friday, May 21, 2004
Edited: Friday, May 21, 2004

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  • Romeo Della Valle (10/30/2011 12:04:00 PM)

    A powerful and positive short write that clearly gives you away! Your experience and talent is shown through this amazing piece and I hope some of the new young poets take wholeheartedly your advice honestly given here! 10+++ Thank for sharing this valuable piece! God Bless You! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City! ... (Report) Reply

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