a young child’s walk to what they will be.
Will there be pain – will there be sorrow?
Will there be hope and a better tomorrow?
Will there be love – will there be hate?
Will there be choice or just left to fate?
Back to the photo and symbols within,
so many to count – don’t know where to begin?
A great photo, for sure, that brings on a tear,
and taken by someone who I truly hold dear.
For me I’ve walked farther than have left to go,
and wish all the best for those left to grow.
One thought in this rhyme – I share as assistance,
what successes I’ve had came from flat out persistence.