Travel

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    Travel
    Some roads we choose
    to travel
    some roads are chosen
    for us.

    Some roads like detours
    cause us to wander
    all roads take us to an end
    we choose.

    All roads we travel to the end
    we have chosen
    all roads like roundabouts
    offer us to wonder
    where we are going
    and turn back.

    Along every road
    there are bitter cries and
    sweet rejoicings
    along every road
    we create travel companions and
    log memories.

    Along every road
    like billboards
    we discover opportunities for
    occupations and distractions
    for our journey.

    At life's final exit
    we will want to know
    not where have we traveled
    but did we travel well?

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    dragynwynd commented on Travel

    06-03-2009

    Excellent....very profound and thought provoking...I applaud you and hope you give us more...dragynwynd
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    Weatherstone

    06/04/2009

    Thanks so much, dragynwynd, for reading "Travel". I'm so glad you enjoyed it. Thanks so much for the encouragement. It really means a lot to me.

    Agape commented on Travel

    03-07-2009

    Thought provoking! I love the final line - "At lifes final exit, we will want to know not where we have traveled, but did we travel well?" Most deep!!
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    ivecute77 commented on Travel

    11-24-2008

    this poem is great, makes you wounder if you have chosen the right path, and what might have been if you would have taken the other road.
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    Charo commented on Travel

    11-23-2008

    Love the poem. We are all searching for the right path to follow.
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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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