On walks of life we tread both rough and smooth,
Through paths unmarked and roads that twist and bend;
Each step reveals a lesson, harsh or soothe,
A winding way where joy and sorrow blend.
We meet companions, strangers, friends, and foes,
And sometimes walk alone where shadows fall;
The journey shapes the heart in ways it knows,
Yet leaves us humbled, striving through it all.
No map ensures the turns we yet must take,
No compass guards the choices we must bear;
The soul must learn which roads are ours to make,
And find its courage in the open air.
On walks of life, though weary, torn, and tried,
We grow in strength, with hope our constant guide.
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