There is a path I have traveled,
At least, to look back upon it,
It seems a marked course of some kind,
Even with its irregularities,
It is something as if planned,
A life,
Beginning with postulation,
Ending in conclusion,
Yet certainty escapes my grasp
More often now.
I have ceased to care
Who is right,
Who is wrong.
Life is a song,
Sing!
~ Russ Allison Loar
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