Ticket 2 Ride

Mostly, you are

A bright star

My compass goes askew

But yours points true

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Travelers on life’s trail

Safely gripping the rail

Scary for a young pup

Again you yell “Giddy up!”

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Like shooting stars in the sky

Drinking life on the fly

Occasionally stumbling

Always still humbling

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Wise men are few

Friendships are the glue

Living and dying

On you, we keep relying

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Years melt away like snow

Sunsets are for show

The sunrise points ahead

Onward, not yet dead

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Worn pages, still readable

A slightly embellished fable

Gray embers, still emit heat

Enough to power the downbeat