At the End of the Road

My first steps were awkward down the path of life

as I tried to navigate through the strife

As the years loped past like a frightened antelope

I learned to cope

the trail widened in time

as I hit my prime

picking my path

and accepting the aftermath

to stay on the trail

and prevail

but old age slows me down

keeping me closer to the ground

at the crossroad

near the end of the road

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