THIS ROAD I TRAVEL
This Road I Travel.....
This road I travel,
is strewn along its length,
with pot holes,
curves,
bends,
hills,
and slippery patches.
When broken down,
alone,
flat battery,
deflated tyres
and empty tank.
Assistance,
help and understanding,
is what I seek.
But known to those
who,
with their ability
and knowledge,
could help me most,
it’s their choice
to pass me by.
For in the darkest
of a terrible storm,
the most unlikely person
you know,
appears unexpectedly,
to get you moving forward,
with kindness,
understanding,
agape love,
onwards you move once again.
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