This Maze Called Life
As we stroll through this maze called life,
we stroll through many twists and turns. Some are sharp and will cut like a knife,
many are happy with no concerns.
As we age, we set the stage. Only when we get to the end,
will we know if this maze called life was our friend.
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2023
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