I don’t know where I’m going

It’s not going to be easy
I wish I could spare you that
But the road will rise to meet you
And we will be beggars at the feast
On the other side we will marvel
At how we came through the darkness
One day, one shift, one drink, one joke
Oh my darlings
All I can do is straighten your collar
Wave the bangs out of your face
And repeat to you the words
Someone once spoke to me
That gave little solace at the time
But now give me comfort that someone
Had already walked my path before me
Patience, Trust

“This, too, shall pass.”

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