The Path

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May 2002 Poetry

The path I walk,

is not of concrete,

nor of asphalt,

but of dirt.

It’s a long road,

twisting and turning.

I do not know,

where my path,

will lead me.

But I hope,

that over all the bumps,

and turbulence,

that you’re still there,

at the end,

of my path.



~*~ Jill ~*~

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this on 5-14-02.

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