Journey
I stepped out on my way of life, I stepped out of my home,
Was caressed by some on my way, got tampered too by some.
I met people at the crossroads, I made friends on my way,
Some I met when sky was pouring, some on a sunny day.
Journey thus far was marked with joy it's marked with sorrow too,
Some I met took me for granted, some on a rendezvous.
As I moved on I filled my bags, with memories bright and gay
Ones that I found heavy to bear, I left them on the way.
I move on and realize, its more than heart ache and foot sore,
Life my friend, as I see it now, is more than that - much more.
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