The path through life
is rarely paved
For some, it may be,
straightforward or winding,
but clear to see
For others, less clear,
like stalking nature trails,
following tracks
For others still,
horizons stretched both ways,
fate theirs to choose
For me, I feel,
woods set with heavy fog,
yet open, still
However it looks,
we follow on our paths,
mostly forward
Sometimes they cross,
leading us toward each other,
or away again
The path through life
eventually ends
Counted in miles,
in years or in crossings,
in hills climbed
But in counting,
careful not to forget
to enjoy the walk
Jan 23, 2022
Jan 23, 2022 at 4:49 AM UTC
The path through life
is rarely paved
For some, it may be,
straightforward or winding,
but clear to see
For others, less clear,
like stalking nature trails,
following tracks
For others still,
horizons stretched both ways,
fate theirs to choose
For me, I feel,
woods set with heavy fog,
yet open, still
However it looks,
we follow on our paths,
mostly forward
Sometimes they cross,
leading us toward each other,
or away again
The path through life
eventually ends
Counted in miles,
in years or in crossings,
in hills climbed
But in counting,
careful not to forget
to enjoy the walk