A life

Every souvenir I keep
Has a memory of its own
Reminding me
Of roads that I’ve been down

A scrap of paper with a poem, written through tears
A dog-eared book
My first desire chip
Hospital bands from babies born
A photo of me in prison whites
Cards with messages of hope
Bachelor’s and Master’s degrees
The baby blue ribbon from your casket

The road less traveled?
Maybe not, but it’s my journey
And I remember
All the twists and curves
Wrong turns and dead ends
Near misses and crashes
And the long stretches of open highway
That brought me here

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