I would bet,
That none,
Of everyone’s,
Soul prints are the same,
And as we grow,
As babies do,
Forever more,
We do,
Grow another edge,
Unlike fingerprints,
Soul prints are forever,
As is the passport to your life,
As you check in and out,
Of various spaces and places,
And there are plenty in the realm,
You are the captain at the helm,
Some ports will gladly take your ware,
And all you have to share,
Other might though look askance,
Not let you through that gate advance,
Hand your passport back to you,
While others let you through,
As time and space evolves its reaches,
Many, many, things it teaches,
A student all your life eternal,
A teacher, matriarchal or paternal,
Wise and old but never older,
But yet, a baby on moms shoulder,
Everyday you grow anew,
Depending how and what you do,
And if so in the end of season,
To wander off for some good reason,
Another ridge your soul has grown,
Shared with others what you’ve sown,
You travel on to different ports,
And now your imprint different size it sports,
A different gate before that closed,
Will play to you a welcome host,©22/11/2010
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Thank you for sharing this viewpoint.
Richard
Depending how and what you do
How so very true. Journey On, my friend.
Be always safe,
Karen