The Path Of Life Poem by Amanda Shelton
The Path Of Life
The path is striate but long and narrow; the birds sing their summer song of peace. The children laugh and play, the sun forever shines, the thorns rip and tear at my clothing and hair. I try to push them away but they steal scratch and tear, I have been walking it seems forever down a path that never ends, but one day when I am tired I well reach the end of my path and start a new.
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