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no amount of planning can take the place of true experience
mistakes and mentors drive the path, we are but passengers
truth be told, it is not the path but the destination for which we care
once the dreams and goals have taken weight
every sparkle of the eye is a polished gem,
every glance and smile is true endearment.
during these tender moments we clearly see,
the lighted path we now follow,
too stark a contrast from the darker path once known.
the clouds remain as thick as ever, if only to the back,
all that can be done by one and all,
to look for the next ray of light that lightens the path
ever vigilant against the nagging but accepting
old habits die hard, but so do new ones.
mistakes and mentors drive the path, we are but passengers
truth be told, it is not the path but the destination for which we care
once the dreams and goals have taken weight
every sparkle of the eye is a polished gem,
every glance and smile is true endearment.
during these tender moments we clearly see,the lighted path we now follow,
too stark a contrast from the darker path once known.
the clouds remain as thick as ever, if only to the back,
all that can be done by one and all,
to look for the next ray of light that lightens the path
ever vigilant against the nagging but accepting
old habits die hard, but so do new ones.