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By Loneliness is condescending

As I walk upon the road of life I saw before me two-foot prints in the dirt I could see they had no shoes I stopped along the road of life to wonder where these feet would take this man. If the world would stop to notice him like so few it has before him or will he pass by as a shadow that makes you wonder was he really there or was it all a dream but I prayed for him that he would not be like the dust who is shown no care or love? I decide to walk in this man foot steps to see what life would give him would it be kind to him or forget about him all together? I had come along some way and heard of his mistakes and of his successes further down the road of life I heard that he had gotten married and had a son and three daughters his life was going good life for him was fine when I finally met this marvelous man is walk on the road of life was nearing it's in and my was just beginning he was taken to so for all of us and as we see is ashes fly away with the wind we know he sits at gods right hand we know the pain has gone but still we shed are tears some may think they are for him but no they are for us for we could not learn all the things he had to teach us but now it is time to say are last good byes to his body but never to his soul for it is in his harts forever so now its time for me and you to keep going down the road of life and if we learn only one thing form this dear man is to know we must keep walking and know that it is okay to stop a seconded but no longer then that even in the hardest times we can always keep going you must never ever pass life up for you can never turn around and chance hardly come twice

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April 23, 2006 23:28lost the lonely dead

interesting way to say the same thing its a good piece