Sunday, November 29, 2020

Marching ahead

 

 

To leave the old behind

Bundled with memories

Sweet and sour

Some bitter

And some easily forgettable

To leave all this behind

And travel ahead

Much lighter and fresher

To take the day as it comes

Even when the plan is there

To walk with a sprightly feeling

With a song on the lips

And a lightness in the heart

As the heavy baggage of the past is all left behind

Immersed in the quicksands of history

 

The threads that bind

And the threads that entangle

Look so similar

That one is entangled forever

In the mind

To separate the wheat from the chaff

 

Charcoals are diamonds in waiting

The heat the grime

The cold and the mire

All go to ensure

The mighty change

As the charcoal transforms itself

Two Roads

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