Gather the masses
Gather their souls
Tell them the truth
That there’s no golden goal
We all make our way
We all choose a path
With none of us certain
And with no turning back
Some they will stumble
Some they will fall
Some venture far
Some get nowhere at all
But we’re all on a journey
We travel each day
So pick out your target
The suns out, make hay
One day you will trip
One day you will fly
One day the path endless
The next miles rush by
Up ahead on the route
By the fork in the road
There’s a friend to find
To help share the load
Go on independent, or
Decide to hold hands
Enjoy shared moments
A change to your plans
Don’t feel so constrained
Don’t make no demands
Enjoy company in your life
Together, while you can
It may not last long
You may end up apart
But love with your all
Be glad from the start
Then when you’re alone
You will regret not a thing
Look back on your travels
You’ve gained everything
A heart full of loving
A mind still full of dreams
While others are vexed
You know what life means
Great poem. Very true to life words.
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Try playing it to “the times they are a changin”
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Hmm, interesting …
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