Along

I follow along
Twisted metal bars
The sound of singing 
While riding in cars

I follow along
A cold rivers edge
Sunken mud conceals
A treasure to be dredged

I follow along
Until the bitter end
I chose my path
I lived my sin

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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.