The Road
I've walked the road for quite a while,
Through weather bad and weather fair;
Through foreign lands in self exile
And then back home for mile on mile,
And when I've taken time to care
I've stopped and rested here and there.
And while my eyes were kept ahead
And didn't stray to look behind
I clearly saw the signs that lead
To places strange, and these I read;
The signs these places, clear defined;
Some roads I took and some declined.
But when distracted by the past
These signs I missed and never read
And so the dice of fate were cast
And I by turns to better passed.
The road leads on, a winding thread;
I gaze ahead as on I tread.
poem by Dennis N. O'Brien
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