Paths Poem by John Shea
Paths
Where we have traveled
Many pathes we unraveled.
Woe the tangled thorny path
Which leaves tears and heartache
In its aftermath.
Sublime is the straight and narrow way
which keeps us in tow from day to day.
Some biways take us askew
We struggle and seek the sublime way anew.
But 'The Road Not Taken' as Mr Frost has descibed
Is deep in our hearts and about to arrive.
6-25-2001 John Francis Shea
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