Familiar road

Each step is clear.
Walking in my own steps.

Add a new one,
  now and again.

Not by choice.

Each time,
  I get drawn closer.

I see the print of those gone by,
  feel the waiting.

Not yet,
  my friends.

Not yet.

Reviews

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~ beautifully expressed... life seems to be the business of moving closer to the end... but yes... we're still here... ~ i actually look forward to meeting my maternal grandfather though... he left before i was born...

[Jon Roggie]

When the time is right. Thanks, Princess.

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~ absolutely... i agree...