What We Figured Out
One can travel, many places, and step foot, no where,
right there, in the being, of one's mind, heart, and soul.
Amongst the depths, from the experiences, once lived,
that made us, either heart broken, or extremely whole.
Our strength is gained, along every turn, upon the road,
realizing regardless, of all, that's been, your never free.
Molded, and shaped, are you, into the person, you become,
taking in, the outcome, of what you, soon see, and be.
Then past on, in our old age, is our journey,
to the young, whom are now, onto their route.
Hoping and praying that through, what, we been,
they don't have to deal with, what we figured out.
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