How Did We Come This Way?
How did we come this way?
Did we miss a fork in the road?
Did we ignore a sign?
Was this path meant to be?
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Stony the road ahead we tread,
Watching one’s step along the way.
The thoughtful mind filled with dread,
Its thoughts shall never say.
* * *
The careful do not speak,
The complacent do not hear,
The compliant do not see,
The arrival of their fear.
Norm Wright
December 1, 2024
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