Poetry

Path of Right (#331)

Sometimes it’s hard doing what’s right,
It’s like taking a step into the night,
We know where it is that we must go,
Yet there is no light, not even aglow,
We must travel in a black unknown,
And wrestle the icy winds that moan,
We have faith that all will turn out fine,
And that life’s balances will realign,
The path of right is truly a lonely path,
And it’s best not to look at the aftermath,
To do what’s right often carries a price,
Much akin to trials of fire and ice,

Any Thoughts?

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