On My Way

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    On My Way

    I started out one day on a quest.
    I'd put myself to another test.
    I've taken chances to get this far.
    My own success a shooting star.

    The days are shorter, my patience thin.
    Like a race, I want to win.
    Lucid thoughts cross my mind.
    On this path, my direction I find.

    The earth is my pillow, I make my bed.
    As I fall asleep, I think of what you said.
    My dreams at night, make it to the next day.
    I wake in the morning, I'm on my way.

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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