The road upon which I walk is becoming perilous;
The steps which I might consider
Lead here and then there.
There are shadows on the steps
Deeper and darker
In the dying light
And I cannot afford
To stop this journey
For the path is always there
And others walk behind me.
Take my hand
But remember I might fall
As the night comes on
And the light of the moon
Is an uncertain help
Among the thick foliage
Of the forest darkness.
About Me
- TBAYNHAMIII
- I was born in Kentucky, though my parents had been living in Knoxville before my birth. My mother's mother lived across the street from the hospital in Hopkinsville, Kentucky, which was convenient. I moved around quite a bit when I was young, but ended up in Georgia. I like to read and write and love food and drink way too much. I have a funny wife and daughter who has finished her batchelor's degree and is living with her grandmother in North Atlanta and studying advertising. I sometimes wonder what life would have been like if I had not gone to law school. Regrets come and go with the seasons.
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