The road I travel is windy and unsafe
Filled with road blocks and things to slow me down
Constantly seeing a stop sign
One day the signal will turn green and I will push my foot on the gas
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Dear Anne, I think this poem comes from the heart. I like it. I think it does not matter so much how fast we are going or how many times we have to stop. I think most important is the direction we are going. Moving slowly in the right direction, perhaps dragging a few people who lost their way along is perhaps counting more than speed.
Beautiful depiction of ones path in life