Straight Roads
I am touched by the hands of time;
the old ones which came before me straightened my path.
I am touched by the hands of time;
I walk the path, plowed for me, straight roads only moving forward.
I am touched by the hands of time;
I stand tall, never weak, holding steadfast.
I am touched by the hands of time;
they call upon me; I follow their voice;
carry on, carry om they say.
I walk the path, plowed for me, straight roads only moving forward;
never looking back, only remembering.
Copyright © Catherine J. Broussard | Year Posted 2021
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