Life’s Path

It’s often been said ‘Walk the straight and narrow’

Life’s pathway to heaven, direct as an arrow,

But I’ve never walked a road like that,

A road with no wrinkles, smooth and flat.

I’ve run and stumbled, and crawled on all fours,

I’ve taken the detours and knocked on the doors,

No one home. So I’d leave and try again.

Walking out through the snow and the wind and the rain.

Stubbing toes on my fears, falling over my sorrow,

With hope that the path would be gentler tomorrow.

And, at times, the sun would pierce through clouds,

With its singular light and I’d see through the shrouds

A glimpse of a valley ablaze with delight,

Wild flowers, green grass, a glorious sight.

There I’d rest, so my heart could absorb and renew,

And soak in the yellows, the reds and the blue.

No, the path hasn’t always been crooked and rough,

It’s not always rocky, it’s not always tough.

Many times the trail has gone round a bend,

And I’d bump into love or see a good friend,

I’m reminded to stop, to feel and to see,

Close my eyes and rewind this great journey.

I can only push forward, and never go back,

If I turn around to search for the lack

Or the loss or the laughter, the joy or the pain

I’m reminded I must move on again.

The road’s seldom straight, why should I expect it?

My path is my own and I cannot reject it.

I can choose where I wander, and choose how I walk,

I can alter my outlook and change how I talk,

Though the road has seldom been easy and narrow

And my walk hasn’t always been straight as an arrow,

I wouldn’t want life to stop flowing around me,

And I’d like to be there when it’s finally found me.

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