
Life’s Twisted Path
Life doesnβt take us directly from birth to death.
We veer left and right, step back, dip down, climb back up.
We trip along the way. Fall flat on our faces.
We stand up, brush ourselves off, and get back on track.
Walking, running, skipping, jumping, strolling, pausing,
and capturing sights, sounds, and scents along the way.
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Poem and Photo by Mary K. Doyle
Anderson Japanese Gardens, Rockford, IL
Β©2024, Mary K. Doyle
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