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
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