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Human life reflected |
When life’s journey begins The streets are solid and new Choices made in construction Determine the life that is due As life’s journey continues The streets begin to fade The road is now a reflection Of the choices that we made As the journeys end is near The road is tattered and torn Our life choices were reflected Beginning the day we were born When the journey is over In heaven I am told The streets are better than new they are paved in solid gold |