The Untraveled Path
Across the plains and thru the distant wood
Lay railroad tracks, once used from long ago.
A remainder of commerce, they once stood
Now thick vines overtake them as they grow.
Close your eyes, you can hear clippity clop
When the train travelled by on the steel rail
As it raced by to reach its next stop.
Now only a dredged up colorful tale.
Don’t let old age be all covered with vines
Laying still, n’er letting others to see.
You’re so much more than crooked hands ‘n lines,
Sharing your friendship will set the vines free.
With age comes wisdom, and a life to share
Keep your path open, they’ll be no despair.
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