there is one surprise
waiting
that pines for us
begs us
to acquiesce
nonetheless, we live
forget its existence
until it stares at us
through the glassy eyes
of a grandfather
that tells his story
again
he wants to weep
with regret
but is dry
our early life -
a broken compass
that leads us back
to the same shady
place
the same dreaded
face
this goes on forever - for some
life leads them astray
while others are out
seeking clarity,
finding their way
whichever the road
that you choose
slowly travel it
keep the friend that listens
by your side
love the day
love the woman or man
we are all on the same road
we all are dropped
off together
by death
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