Monday, January 28, 2008

Steps of Life

I walk a road, bare and dusty
step by step I make my way
looking searching straining to see the finish

No end in sight alone I plod
routine is family and custom my friend

As I strain I become aware that on this road
there are those who have gone before
Without a word and out of sight they cheer me on having shared my plight
We are friends though yet unmet

Deep inside I know all the way I must go
I know no end only toil
But on this road I find who I am and all I need.