Saturday, January 19, 2013

Walking the Path

I’ve walked so far that I've lost my way  
My shoestrings are so frazzled they can't be tied 
To keep my shoes on I shuffle along
My hands are cold from the ever-changing wind 
That penetrate my tattered gloves 
Everyone wonders where I'm going 
All I can say is where I've been 
My map shredded, unfolded too many times 
Coffee stains and fast food residue 
Make the legend and roads hard to read 
I look up to the sky to aligning myself with the North Star 
But the it simply watches me 
My Boy Scout badges are no help 
I've wandered from place to place 
Having my mail forward
But somehow I never get the letter you say you wrote so many years ago.