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Robert Harrison
Guest
As I have to walk the path of life, what will I see along the way?
Will I see all that life has to offer at the end of my waking day?
Is life laid out as a pathway on which I am all but forced to travel?
Will I make diversions past lifes mysteries that I decline to unravel?
Will the road be straight where all is laid in uninterrupted view?
Or at times be found to dip, and reviewing my choice I may renew
As unknown pitfalls make me stop and ask, is this the road to take?
Where destiny may be found in hidden drop and I may be forced to rake.
Will the challenges that I meet, break my spirit along the road I walk?
Though a true man, I may choose a way opposed by the wise ones talk.
Along a road I may foolishly choose and my hearing I may selfishly block
Knowing that down the way my steps should falter and would eventually stop.
In hindsight
A backward glance I saw my steps have been wandering from side to side
Over the road that I chose to travel its straight and narrow way my guide.
In my curiosity I walked to near the edge to see, and with intent to sample
The life of all those gone before and to partake of their preferred example.
In foresight
But I looked, and saw not far from my journeys end as I teetered on the brink
A fountain of clear water, beckoning me to come forward there to freely drink.
I turned away from the mockers taunts to walk the very centre of the narrow road
And at my journeys end was held by loving arms that helped carry my heavy load
Will I see all that life has to offer at the end of my waking day?
Is life laid out as a pathway on which I am all but forced to travel?
Will I make diversions past lifes mysteries that I decline to unravel?
Will the road be straight where all is laid in uninterrupted view?
Or at times be found to dip, and reviewing my choice I may renew
As unknown pitfalls make me stop and ask, is this the road to take?
Where destiny may be found in hidden drop and I may be forced to rake.
Will the challenges that I meet, break my spirit along the road I walk?
Though a true man, I may choose a way opposed by the wise ones talk.
Along a road I may foolishly choose and my hearing I may selfishly block
Knowing that down the way my steps should falter and would eventually stop.
In hindsight
A backward glance I saw my steps have been wandering from side to side
Over the road that I chose to travel its straight and narrow way my guide.
In my curiosity I walked to near the edge to see, and with intent to sample
The life of all those gone before and to partake of their preferred example.
In foresight
But I looked, and saw not far from my journeys end as I teetered on the brink
A fountain of clear water, beckoning me to come forward there to freely drink.
I turned away from the mockers taunts to walk the very centre of the narrow road
And at my journeys end was held by loving arms that helped carry my heavy load
