Brooms sweep, out with the old
Throw the unwanted out in the cold
Stop, take stock, see where you are
Plan the journey, have to go so far
The road winds away almost out of view
Come journey with me, you, and you
Our footfalls make a lovely sound
Echoes and our laughter abound
Share the moments that come our way
I'll try to tell you every day
What made me happy and made me smile
Try to stop by here, once in a while
If my tone seems off occasionally
Suppose I'm just really being me
Not bottling it up, but releasing it all
So I keep my pride, and don't have to fall
But all will come good in time
And I'll tell you about it all in rhyme
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