Home- a poem

WHILE wandering my life one day,

As I so often do,

I felt a touch upon my hand

And knew not what to do.

I looked and suddenly appeared,

A pathway round a bend.

Slowly, I walked forward on

The path that had no end.

I felt a pull to walk yet more,

To see where it might lead.

For every road goes somewhere while

You find what still you need.

And on and on I walked the path

With every stepping stone,

I felt you take my hand and then,

I knew that I was home.

Retm

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