A ROAD TRAVELED

 When I awoke to a morning not yesterday,

 Young was I as my first footsteps were learned.

 Walked did I into each different day,

The more I traveled, the more I changed.

 I learned of words, I saw many things,

 The sun I saw rise but now it's overhead.

 The leaves I saw were shaken from the trees,

  As the world turned, again the leaves were to be.

 Once a young boy played in the snow,

 The more he walked, the less the snow would fall. 

 Sometimes he would see but things could not be seen,

 A road traveled so fast, a blind man was he.

                                                                                          He walked very far, a life on his feet,

 He's on his way back, almost home, older than he 
 Used to be.
                        Keith Garrett

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