Roads - Poem by Juan Olivarez
Some roads are full of thorns.
And thistles abound along the way.
So make sure your soles are not too worn,
And the straps on your sandals not too frayed.
Make sure your staff is sturdy wood,
To handle whatever may arise.
And that your soul has the right food,
That you may distinguish truth from lies.
Pitfalls are everywhere in life,
And many stumble along the way.
So be prepared to handle strife,
Stand ever strong, come what may.
When you get to a fork upon your road,
And you don't know which road to take.
Turn to him, give him your load,
Of the shepherd's wisdom, do partake.
8/30/10 Alton Texas
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