The road stretches far, before me , behind me
I walk alone, not seeking and not sought
People pass by stopping to smile
Some a glance, a word or a passing remark
While some walk along, pushing me on
holding me steady while I trip and fall
Then they tire , not catching up
and fade away , urging me to move on
People pass by laden with treasures
yet fatigued under their crunching weight
and leave them by the side of the road
to move on, free, fast and light.
Some others pick up these treasures
and move on looking for still more..
Oh, by the cruel twist of fate
those who have, wish to abandon
and those abandoned, wish to have...
The road stretches far, on and on
some ways tree lined, shady and cool
the pleasant fragrance of wayside flowers
and the melodious tunes of birds
some ways scorching, searing and hot
with the stench of stagnant life
and the melancholy wail of the birds..
yet we move on and on,not looking back
until we round a curve and behold
the orchard, the final destination
and recline to rest our tired souls...
