Life is a journey
In this very journey
We are given the right to choose our own path
The right to choose our own love
And
The right to choose our own friends
There's nothing arrogant about it
In this very journey
We are given the right to choose our own path
The right to choose our own love
And
The right to choose our own friends
There's nothing arrogant about it
We are given the right to choose...
We are entitled to it.
Some paths are good
Some are not
Some love are right
Some are wrong
Some people clicked
Some don't
So... we must choose wisely what's good for us
We go along with those who are trustworthy
And steer clear from those who are not
There's nothing arrogant about it
We are given the right to choose...
We are entitled to it.
Friendship
That is formed based on sincerity, honesty, trust and love
Lasts forever
Some paths are good
Some are not
Some love are right
Some are wrong
Some people clicked
Some don't
So... we must choose wisely what's good for us
We go along with those who are trustworthy
And steer clear from those who are not
There's nothing arrogant about it
We are given the right to choose...
We are entitled to it.
Friendship
That is formed based on sincerity, honesty, trust and love
Lasts forever
So... good friends we must treasure
Never hurt them as long as we live
Because they will be the light when our lives are in dire
Life is a journey
I want to be happy and content in this adventure
Because...
I am given the right to be happy and content
I am... entitled to it.
by: Lady GalODriel
Life is a journey
I want to be happy and content in this adventure
Because...
I am given the right to be happy and content
I am... entitled to it.
by: Lady GalODriel
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Hi Elee, love this poem. Its beautiful.
I too love poetry, allow me....
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
By Robert Frost.
Best regards and you keep a song in your heart, Lee.
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