- The Journey -

I walked with my feet on a roadway,

A path that was clearly defined,

But the journey that really had meaning,

Was the one that took place in my mind.

Whenever I came to a crossroad,

I had my choices to make,

But my legs played no part in choosing,

Which of the roads I must take.

Wisdom lay not in my muscles,

Nor in the soles of my feet,

It came from the light of achievement,

It came from the mud of defeat.

The further one walks, the more crossroads,

And the harder the choices become,

In a country that's strange or unfriendly,

The ignorant will soon succumb.

And there are four different paths to be taken,

None which can be safely ignored,

Even the one that's been traveled,

Needs to be furthered explored.

For there's always a road to friendship,

And there's always a road to fame,

And there's always a road to danger,

And a road that wants walking again.

- In memory of my loving Grandfather -

Yours Sincerely D.D.T.N

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