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BELOVED MY PATH

 Each moment I wake up, 

Listening to the sounds of the waves washing through the shore,.

Wondering in my mind the next step to take;

If only I wasn't too anxious at this point in time on the horizon of wantoness;

I'd see clearly the path which trails down the road of glory and yet tenacity;

Which in my heart and deep down in my soul,

I deem fit to castigate,

And not profligate;

But instantly, show someone who needs some love and attention;

Advice and direction,

Like never before, who lived among the thorns and thistles of merriment and bliss; 

Which has now cut deep into the imprint of the soul, 

I am glad to say, that I didn't take that plunge into that deep dark hole of despair, 

Which comes from obscurity and even uncertainty;

Well, I certainly took the right turn, upwards,

And this, I must say, has been the best thing, I could ever have done in my entire life!


Poem written by Ewoma.

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