What wisdom have you
gained as you walked through rocky
parental terrain?
~
From many bruises,
I know that a pathway stone
hurts feet less than Legos do.
What wisdom have you
gained as you walked through rocky
parental terrain?
~
From many bruises,
I know that a pathway stone
hurts feet less than Legos do.
How many roads must
we go down before we find
our way back to each other?
~
Just keep on driving.
We may not meet on the way
but at the destination.
Even though we know
nothing is permanent, what
is it that makes change so hard
~
Taking a new road
always seems to take more time
than the old, well traveled path.
Why is it only
in retrospect that the path
we trod grows more clear?
~
The pathway behind
wears the marks of our passage
while the road ahead is clear.
In our frantic rush
to achieve our lofty goals,
what is lost along the way?
~
A narrow focus
plus speed may hit the taget
yet still miss the mark.
On this twisting path
how will we ever get straight
and how will we know it’s true?
~
But is the straight way
the true path of truth or is
it just the highway to hell?
How best to travel
when the way is dark and we
have lost both our will and our way?
~
Wallowing blindly,
enduring the tract less void
may be part of the journey.