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.
We often fail to realize about thepath we traveled, until we fibally turned our heads to, look back…
Thank you so much for your thoughts on my writing.
On Tue, Jun 15, 2021 at 9:39 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
The changes when we continue on that path, and sometimes we don’t even notice it until we turn back. Beautifully and brilliantly said!
Thanks for reading.
On Tue, Jun 15, 2021 at 11:01 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote: