"The Pathway"
Holding my thumb I came to this world,
People were there to hold me afterward,
Some took my arm,
While others carried me.
They started holding my finger,
They dint want to linger,
I was taught how to walk,
And always fell on my mamma’s lap.
It is a strange love
I think today, we get connected
And promise to keep loving forever.
I finally learnt and I could walk,
But then I was supposed to run,
And this was all fun,
As now I could walk talk and mock.
I was now in a habit,
Of knowing every bit,
Where to go and sit,
And whom to talk with.
They made my pathway,
They were my gateway,
I am because of them,
As they gave me all the strength,
To walk the pathway .
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