At eighteen I never questioned
what I thought I
knew – that if you
had a dream, you
could make it so. The dream was all
I focused on,
ignoring all
the while, the path
I’d take to make that dream come true.
I live now, not
with the dream, but
with the path I took.
JDG
aholdingplace 
I am glad our paths crossed.
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Wow, that is truth.:) Great poem.
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Joan…I love this! So very, very true.
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This feels wistful without seeming woeful . . . offered with the lilt of ‘Authentic Voice’. I value the candor.
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Dare we dream to know the path in each moment?
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