the path laid out for her
she no longer knows where to turn
as images begin to slur.
And still she walks it faithfully
unknowing where it leads
from dawn through dusk she doesn't stop
does not take time to heed.
So that in her journey's travels
she can take time to preserve
all the lessons come her way
all the blessings undeserved.
But still onward she travels
not fearing which will comes
hoping through tomorrow
for today's unborn sun.
(c)Mary Irene Cousino
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