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The Journey

 

The Journey 

by Robert Neest 


The plain and simple things are those we feel 

In our lives on any common day 

And keep us all together on the ground 

Like sturdy stones resisting over time. 


They are the same for poor and rich alike, 

A hug, a smile, a warm and sunny day, 

Reminding us that we are here and live, 

As different as we are, in the same world. 


Apart, there are some goals and wishes, too, 

That make us grow and we are seeking them 

With hopes to find a better, finer life 

Fulfilling our journey on the earth. 


But they are distant and the shapes are blurred, 

Each person sees them in a different way 

And trying to get closer and find out 

What do we want, it takes us the whole life. 


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