Meandering I took a path
One less inclined to me
This did divert me from a course
But what will come will be

Twists and turns spin me round
Then I fly into the air
Shoot me out naked and bare
Exposed I call your dare

Whispering wind tell me this
Does the down hill really go up
For if I turn around again
I feel I shall be stuck

So flow along on down the stream
The flower petal of my dreams
I still have more yet to be plucked
Volcanic my will will erupt


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.