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A Choice to Make
Farewell to those who knew me,
And those who loved me, too.
The distant road has two paths,
And I alone must choose.
Those that helped in times of need
Should not go unrewarded,
But there's nothing I can do
Once the journey's started.
The path I choose is merely chance
For the roads appear the same.
One might bring clear skies,
The other might bring rain.
So in the end the road I walk,
This road I do not dread;
For no matter what comes my way,
I'll take what lies ahead.
James P. Howell
Copyright ©2002
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