Still on the Path
People think of life in many ways
or don’t think at all.
What is it?
Something everyone knows but cannot describe.
They say it is like this
or like that.
replace what one feels and knows but can’t articulate.
For me life is a long path on which I travel
until it ends.
Sometimes smooth, sometimes rough, always changing.
Looking back the path shows wonderful views but
disappears around a bend.
In my childhood I travelled a crowded loving family path
became my own.
Sometimes my path was more learning than progress
more failures than successes
but always exciting and addictive.
It was lonely until one day my love appeared
his path joined mine and our wide path became another
Sometimes our path climbed
through rough and hurtful places
but always we
and moved on.
There came a day when the children were grown
exploring their own paths
living their own lives
coming back often to visit the home path.
My love and I are getting old, the path seems steeper.
We stop to look down the mountain to our path below and reminisce.
I close my eyes to rest and feel him move.
Awaking, I see him slowly walking down the path
towards the bend.
Calling out, I scramble to my feet to follow.
gives his mischievous grin
and walks on
around the bend and out of sight.
When I round the bend he is gone.
His path stops
mine leads on.
The years roll by.
Once again I am alone.
My path struggles through rough patches but
encouraged by loving family and friends I move on.
Stopping to rest
looking back down the mountain I see my old path far below.
The vistas are clear, familiar, dear.
Tears fill my eyes, sadness and joy flood my heart.
I trudge on.
beyond that bend
will finally reach
Dedicated to Rod, our patient Creative Writing Class leader
who believes that everyone can (or should) write poetry!