We're all special; different, <br />each of us with our own kind of glow. <br /> <br />Don't follow me, I'm drifting, <br />taking the slower route now. <br /> <br />You step ahead and take the lead, <br />careful, the road ahead is steep. <br /> <br />Mind the pot holes and the spiders, <br />mind the silken webs they seed. <br /> <br />Keep to the path, don't you stray <br />and at the end we'll meet again <br /> <br />where the sunset touches the sea, <br />some day.<br /><br />Ruth Walters<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pathways-3/
