Making My Way Through Life
I walked the sometimes crooked pathways of life.
It was a difficult trudge ahead.
These pathways kept getting near
And then spreading all afar.
I ran through a field of flowers.
Then I stood in the hefty wood.
Breathing God's breath made me alive.
Standing there felt so good.
The time I got so tired of life.
It became almost empty and rife.
The rain and sleet persisted.
The bad weather insisted.
Now everyday I enjoy enlightenment.
Running, walking, jumping in life.
Oh what a delight all this is.
Life is a joy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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