Journey’s

On this journey we embark
There is no light without the dark
The glory of a newborn day
Is never promised from the start

We may roam far and near
From where we start our days
In the end the choice never was
Journey’s veer in different ways

So to end where we began
Is all we can hope to find
In all our days, in every way
To be fully loving and kind

Stoic Poetry

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