I read a poem about a path tonight and it reminded me of one of the first things I ever wrote—-I hope you like it.
Along The Way
“I am heavy, I am tired,” said the old man to the child.
“My life is drawing to an end.
It is not what I have done to life that has brought me here today, but what life has done to me along the way.
I was strong, I was fierce, I took no-one to my side, simply brushing them aside with no need for them.
Now I find that I’m alone, but don’t pity nor disown those memories that I’ve sown, along the way.
My path was never straight, sometimes narrow, sometimes wide but along it I did stride to find you here.
Now stand you tall, never cry, have no tear in an eye as you hear what I have done along my way.
I have reached that final bend, the one that leads me to my end, and now I leave you here to make your own way through this life.
Tread your path with care, and always be aware that there is no such thing in life, as a mistake.”
© 2012, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.