Brief Jeourney On That Distant Road

Fumbling in an attic of antic items, I came across a picture so dusty; I looked younger without gray hair and deep lines... caught in that moment unexpectedly! I sensed that youth was frozen eternally, when every thought could not escape; down that long path that looked over the edge: many chose death instead of being bold. Wiping joyful tears, I turn the last page of my brief jeourney on that distant road; I could have built temples for the sake of vanity, lauded myself so vainly, but I chose humility. Written on 9/8/2016