Maps

Where will my life lead me today?
This a secret, the answer I can't say.
I wish we were born with maps,
on high mountains with gentle white caps.
That way we would know where to go,
and everything would follow the right flow.
There would be no surprises to see,
everything would be as it should be.
There would be no hurt and pain,
only happiness to gain.
Yet, maybe, we have the best maps of all.
Friends to catch us when we fall.
Thank you each and everyone.
For being my friend when I had none...

When Your lost It's good
to have someone who knows the way....
There has been so many people show me the way
in my life... This poem is decated to them....
I have always thought we should have been
born with maps that show us the way ...
Now that I think of it.
I think we were born with the best maps of all...
the people in our lifes......