Stoned Dirt PathA Poem by Ian Farawayhere's a poem (metaphoric) about lifeWalk slowly along the stoned dirt path The rocks may seem small, but they will trip you These uneven grounds will make you lose balance Don’t rush Don’t stop Move forward in a snail’s pace Walk slowly along the stoned dirt path The path is long to the end But you’re too far in to turn around So you only have one choice No regrets No doubts Stand tall As you walk the stoned dirt path It will rain It will be hot But there’s a smooth path ahead No fear Don’t whimper Just know that there is an end to this journey So keep walking the stoned dirt path Trees tower above you Do you admire? Or become uncertain? The sun doesn’t shine through Don’t be scared I’m right here with you We’ll make it out to the smooth sunlight path Until then, walk the stoned dirt path No one said it was going to be easy All these rocks All these uncertainties Don’t think Don’t feel misplaced You’re doing what you were born to do You’re walking the stoned dirt path Days may pass without an end in sight Keep going and don’t look back There is an end to this journey Don’t cower away Don’t breakdown Stay ready as you do what was asked of you To walk the stoned dirt path © 2010 Ian FarawayReviews
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9 Reviews Added on October 8, 2010 Last Updated on October 8, 2010 AuthorIan FarawaySomewhere, NHAboutIan Faraway is simply a pen name and is not my actual name. Here are a few things to note: 1. If you need me to read anything you've written, please feel free to PM me. Also, let me know if you.. more..Writing
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