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A Different Path

July 15, 2013
By MariusOfManyMinds BRONZE, West, Texas
MariusOfManyMinds BRONZE, West, Texas
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They would have me toil as a peasant tills the earth,
As a mother bathes her children,
As a servant tends the hearth,

To add my contribution to five-hundred thousand years,
Of building up and tearing down,
Of laughing, shouting, weeping, lamenting, sobbing boiling tears,

But I can see a different path, that they can never grasp,
One of power, one of greatness, one of purer heart
One they will never come to accept, one in a race apart.


The author's comments:
We are all born to walk our own path. When I began on the journey that led me down mine, I was inspired to write this poem.

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