Once in a while, in every life,

We reach a cul-de-sac.

A place to ponder,

And look back.


It stops our headlong rush.

But that's okay.

Time to explore the neighborhood;

And refind our way.


Hidden back in the neighborhood,

Fine homes grow.

With daily lives entwined,

That we don't know.


Sheltered from the beaten path;

An eddy in the maelstrom of life.

With many dead ends and crossroads,

Designed to escape strife.


When you finally get out,

No need to look back.

You've learned from your experience,

In the cul-de-sac.


Copyright 1998 © Ronald W. Hull




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