#1962-Means
14/12/2022
I often remind myself,
For easily I forget,
That choices, with life come.
They take many forms.
Lead down different roads.
Some crossroads,
I’ll never forget.
Forks along the way,
When I didn’t know,
Right or left to turn.
How blessed and fortunate,
That angels often appeared.
Not to point the way,
But help me believe,
In the steps I would take.
