Many Roads
I am not you and you are not me
Although most times we see as we,
Times do come when we disagree,
We each have our own way of gaining serenity.
That is the way it will always be.
But as long as peace can be found
At the end of whatever road
That we go down
Isn't happiness still the prize?
There are many books in God's library
And many roads to follow
All revealing parts of the same truth
But told in different ways.
Each will enrich a variety of minds
That are all beautiful.
Like yours and mine.
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