Our Pathways

by

Jean Young

Each of us makes our own pathways,
       They say we choose them.
So let us choose exciting things.
       We may experience mayhem.

They may take us anywhere,
       Up hill and down dale,
From the mountain top, seashore and plain,
       We may even sail!

We believe our pathways will intersect
       Somewhere along the way.
Keep our eyes and minds open,
       We don't know the hour or the day.

Think of the friends and acquaintances
       We have accumulated in our time.
My hope is that we cross paths,
The joy will be mine.

So let us keep a vigil,
       Give us a chance to see.
I will recognize you.
       Will you remember me?

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