There’s a pathway that leads to a small rippling stream

      But thorny briars cover its way.

The sun warmly shines on the pebbles below,

      But is gone by the end of its day.


The stream chatters on to a new world beyond

      Far away from its infancy start,

And it carries its joys, its sorrows, its pain,

      Along on its chattering heart.


There’s a stream in our lives that carries us too

     From our infancy, past every bend,

And for certain we humans must follow its course,

     From our cradles right through to its end.


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By Josie Whitehead

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