This Way
What happens
To the choices
We leave behind?
They are picked up,
Put in the pocket
Of a fearless child.
They are mined
and excavated
By diligent hands.
They are brick walls
Head on
With no warning.
Most of all,
They end up
At the Y.
posted by Jeremy at Friday, January 27, 2006
3 Comments:
nice
i like the fearless children. like we picked up some of the ones or fathers left behind
dude i love this one man...love it. the "y" money man, i live there daily it seems. which direction to go
Love the post. Love the photos. Love you. Not necessarily in that order.
Dad
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