I’ve learned
that life is a highway,
Unmapped
with twists and turns…
Pot holes in
asphalt don’t always deliver,
Travelers to
where the heart yearns.
Most move
through life in daylight,
Dreamers travel farther at night…
We
often sleep in technicolor,
Awakening to
black and white.
As we age,
the hills are steeper,
Our tread,
thinner as we grow old,
Yet when
remembering the journey,
We see our
lives as blue and gold.
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