O Serena!
We would be lost without you.
You keep us on the righteous path, paved or not.
When we go astray the fault is ours alone.
We follow your directions as precisely as we can, hoping
against hope to avoid those dreaded words:
“Proceed to the route.”
But alas, we err – we, unlike you, are only human, after
all.
You are our beacon. Our safety in the storm –
Undaunted by twisting county roads
Your voice is steady; your confidence unwavering.
“In one mile, take a slight left turn.”
We, your humble servants do our best to obey, for we seek
only your praise – that one word signifying everything:
“Arrived.”
Gratefully,
Jeff and Tina
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