Though oft-traveled and shadowy haunted,
Has branches diverging a thousand ways,
To discover bright havens less vaunted.
From the quiet and peace of solitude,
When the snowfall chimes loud on the window;
To the warm, loving glow of gratitude,
When friends and family let their love show.
Though I stroll in peaceful contemplation,
And relive the fond sojourns of my youth,
My joyful heart leaps in celebration;
Yea! I am joyous and mirthful, forsooth!
Follow quickly -- for I have a head start --
Down the happy holloways of my heart!
Mick McKellar
November 2018
Alone is not lonely, and quiet is not sad.
Mick
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