Sevenling (My compass)
by stu pidasso
I could not decide whether to take the high road,
walk the narrow path or toe the line.
I was wondering if all the roads led to roam?
So with my brother's shoes on the wrong feet,
I boldly let my heart guide my steps in those of my father's.
I tried to stride softly in his memory.
By adding an ion to my compass, I hope to have compassion be my guide.