Journeys begin with the germ of a notion;
Fry hatched today end by crossing the ocean.
Sometimes our efforts may start out uncertain,
Winning applause by the fall of the curtain.
A treasure not marked by an obvious sign
May lie in the cellar—a prize vintage wine.
Journeys begun in the days of our youth
May take a whole lifetime to germinate truth.
©2016 Michael Fraley
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