Walk along
And do run if need be
Looking forward
For ahead lies the promise
And the reward
Seen only by eyes
Trained in the spirit
And never turn back
To catch a glimpse
Of the tag along past
For such made Lot's wife
Inedible pillar of salt.
(C) Chris Jibero.2008.
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