Isabel Capillo
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Life is a road, we travel through time,

The route we create, and signs we design,

What matters in life, is the stops that we make,

The lives that we touch, and friendships create.


Its sharing and caring, and touching of hearts,

The giving to others, even though were apart.

Remarks to spark laughter, perhaps just a grin,

For in that moment of time, life woes a chagrin.


No matter how long, our routes are quite small,

If we count all life roads, and look at them all,

Our piece doesnt matter, alone by itself,

Without touching others, we sit on a shelf.


A poem here to honor, a friend past away,

Who lived long and full, met many on way,

Her memory remains, in the lives she touched,

For those that knew her, will miss her much.