Updated: Dec 11, 2020

Never thinking of eloquent words enough,

Believing in memories would get me through .

The road I less traveled truly got rough,

I sincerely died as time quickly flew.

Just a man with no memorable name,

Never seeking the bright lights of glory.

Desperately avoiding fortune or fame,

A sad journey of a lonely story.

On the most desolate dreary of days,

The passionate light did not truly shine.

Nothing illuminated days of gray,

Not extraordinary or divine.

Living this life is about the journey,

Surviving on the way to destiny. . .

Timothy Michael DiVito c2019


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