The road is long, and ever winding. Yet when the world is cold, and the flowers along the easy path are dying. Steel yourself, and keep on trying. The dream is too valuable to stand there crying. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Poem © Lisa Hartsock 2000 =^_^= [lh-chan@mechapilot.com] Do not redestribute without permission.