The Road of Life
I really don't care what road I'm on
I will follow it gladly.
When I reach the end of that road
I'll look back on it sadly.
For it was a winding road that circled
and brought me to where I started.
My footsteps sometimes faltered
but still they were light-hearted.
I would follow this road again
if given another chance.
For my mind was always focused
on what it was life grants.
The ups, the downs, the smooth plateaus
that come to every one.
And in the end when things looked dark
I knew I'd see the sun.
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