each of us somewhere along the path.
scattered, some resting, some running.
some holding the hands of the very young,
and some, the very old.
but it isn’t a race, it is companionship.
it is pacing ourselves, walking well,
because this whole life is a journey,
from the time we first wake
until the moment we sleep again.
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elisabeth pike 