What a weary traveller am I

As I look back to the path I have followed.

There were many ditches,

many turns,

many ruts,

and many stitches.

Yes, the path I have taken

has tears of pain forming salty rivers,

and spikes of anger growing ****** thorns.

I do not regret treading down this path

But if I were to regret something,

it would be that I never stopped to think and wonder:

Why must I venture down this road alone?

Not only would the path I had taken

been lacking the lone

but at last I would have someone to share it with.