Since you wrote, I’ll write one too.

All arrive and all will go
A path with which design may flow
Beyond our Mortal finger tips
And betrayed by lips intended bliss

Seasons pass and the path will wind
Down narrow corridors and uphill climbs.

Success depends upon the key
You choose to unlock your life’s mystery.

Crafted with the minds intent
Informed by artifacts of ages
And of previous ends met
Then and now, here to there
Searching for what feels like fair.

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