The Path

 

Follow the path

Through the wooded green.

The trail has been

Blazed, in somebody's dream.

As we wander our roads;

Verdantly shaded,

Mists from the "moments

Of worry", are traded.

Then, comes the split,

"The fork in the road,"

Some arrive here,

With an impossible load!

Ah-yet, to see, what lies beyond?

At the end of each turn.

And, still,understand-

What caused us to yearn?

Sit, now, and ponder

The travels of each,

For in every path

The root comes to teach!!

We stumble ahead,

on the path that we chose,

Sometime, the thorn,

Sometimes--the rose!!

 

 

Shirley Ruksznis Young ©2002