FROM THE LITTERED PATHWAY
Life is not a super highway
It is meant to be a walking path
Things left littered along the byways
Are memories left in your past
Come time to time your forward progress
Must be stalled in order to look behind you
It is good for the soul to at times regressed
To pick up memories that in life defined you
People are not a sterile creature
They are made up events experienced along the way
Some are just short clips, some major features
And you are the subject which they portray
Of the littered pieces left behind you
There is always some shreds you will maintain
Little notes that will always remind you
Who you were from where you came
From the littered pathway you grew your heart
Your mind was enriched, your personality uncovered
You developed your soul from merely a spark
And with each glance back you are rediscovered
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