Go Not Without Direction
Go Not Without Direction By Diana Pierce
The dreary dark edge of night,
Cloudy is one’s sense of sight,
Lonely be from twilight sent,
With a giving heart be meant.
Dusty roads and narrow paths,
Winding rivers aftermath;
Endless running miles of streams,
Fisherman’s field of dreams;
Clearly brightened sheets of glass,
Caught up in a giant pass,
Neon paint marks the trail,
Travelers find a rail.
Go not without direction,
Choose a stable profession,
Wise men never lose their way,
Lessons learned are here to stay.
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