As we follow our path towards hope,

It is towards the upward goal we gaze,

Forever traveling on that slippery slope.

 

Each day is a new one to those who seek it,

Around every corner the treasure rests,

It is by candle light how the tunnel is lit.

 

This poem means nothing in your darkened halls,

You can change your life if it is your wish,

Life outside the window will move along without you;

even as the snow falls.

 

 

 

 

 

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