The passing of the seasons,The swinging doors of time,
The many roads before us,
Which one do I claim as mine?
Forever onward trodding,
Back we can not go.
The path leads us forward
Where ever we choose to go.
The storms, although gloomy
are necessary to see
all the rays of hope
ahead of you and me.
The best we can hope for
During the rains and bright sunshine
Is a friend to walk beside us
who likes us most the time.
~pj johnson 6-4-2007 cr
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