Paths
Paths..
We meander through the appearing paths of our days.
Paths appear as other paths disappear.
The path less traveled often offered as sage advice.
Finding our own unique path is another prompt.
And there are some stops suggesting our need for rest.
So many paths with beaconing ends..and the clock ticking.
Awaiting, apparently, a simple sign on some path some day:
This is it..!!
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