You’re standing on a lonely stone bridge,
Gazing out at the fog covered ridge.
That ridge is your future; both far and near,
Hopes and fears filled with laughter and tears.
Below you the river of life happily bubbling,
Hiding the obstacles with which you are struggling.
It flows on and on soon fading from sight,
No one can stop it, try hard as they might.
It finds a way through and keeps pressing on,
Twisting and turning whilst singing its song.
My friend you have traveled long and far,
Not always knowing where exactly you are.
The road you now travel is yours alone,
Others will cross it, but never for long .
From back whence you came, you clearly can see,
Everything you have done, each a warm memory
The very beginning is now rather misty,
But see it you can though the path is quite twisty.
Some memories are bright, just as if they were new,
While others have faded, though hopefully few.
As you travel the world, and make memories new,
The old ones will fade, as they tend to do.
So every so often, even if it's in pain,
Remember me from your own memory lane.
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