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Just wanted to share a gift I wrote for a great friend of mine who celebrated his 73rd Birthday recently...

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Little boy skips along the shoreline

He knows no thought

His spirit guides him

Footprints behind him

Never looking back

Darkness falls

Fear washes away the footprints to guide him home

The grip of darkness tightens

Invisible

It is there

One cannot see it

His spirit goes quiet

No longer heard

He no longer sees choice

He grows defeated

Trapped in a bottle

A voice echoes

"Will somebody - anybody listen"

He hears

His spirit wakes

He hears

He takes his stand

Heart prints appear

He sees

They lead him home

Soon

The trees

The rocks

The eagle

The bear

All begin to speak

He listens

United as one

Now

As his spirit guides him through the sunset of life

The wise old man walks slowly along the beach

One step

Then another

He turns

To see his footprints washed away

He smiles, as his spirit says;

"Home is that a way"

Live your truth...