Life’s Twisting Path
The Road of Life is twisting –
Its ways not easy to discern.
Its winding paths oft deceive us –
As to familiar crossroads, we again return.
The passage is often littered,
The detritus of our past mistakes,
Like some catacomb of old,
Blocked by choices, we didn’t make.
But each day brings a new dawning,
The blockage we can rise to shift,
A travellers’ cloak we’re donning,
Fresh starts, our journey’s gift.
The passage was blocked by decades of dirt and debris.