The path
I know I’m supposed to walk on the clean path, the straight and narrow way.
But my feet are so accustomed to the mud and the mire.
I often sink my feet back in.
It’s hard to forget those times.
The mud sticks to my boots and my feet are heavy.
But I plod on.
Sometimes I get back on the good path.
I stomp the clods off, water cleanses my feet.
For a while the walk is easy.
But I return to the hard way.
I wonder how long this trail is?
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