I have grown old walking this Path.
Now, my limbs are slightly smaller
And some times my bones creak.
When the weather changes
I grow cold or hot, depending,
As I stroll along, I stumble a little
Missing the various holes and rocks.
Bumping into low hanging branches,
my resolve gets tested.
Yet I still see the Sunlight
As it filters through the trees
and am grateful for this view,
over the years, this Path has given.
Many times, walking this Way
Has been a journey of peace and joy.
And I am forever grateful
For those who have shown this Direction.
While there are many twists and turns,
ups and downs, and glorious afternoons of side trips;
It is up into the Light-
this Path Ultimately Leads.
-SB
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