Poem: The Journey Revised

Poem: The Journey

Dusty my feet

Each speck, speaks of things seen or done along life’s way

Enriched with gold I say

The patina of me knocks to the opening door

Upon the floor, the dust is washed away

Remains the gold

His words invite, they hold

Me shining , for this new day

A journeys end I’m whole

My home, my soul, my way.

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