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