Friday, February 11, 2011

Direction

The journey starts before we know
our markers left by those who’ve seen
the farther down that road we go
the more those distant guideposts mean,

for when it’s time to trek alone
there’s always choices to be made
concerning byways hence unknown
and those where worn out stones are laid

because if landmarks can’t be found
a new horizon may seem bleak,
but signs that dot the path we’ve wound
will help to show us what we seek.

3 comments:

Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...

Bob,
A very nicely composed poem.
Difficult thoughts, when stepping out along the path of life alone, for the fist time and unaided.
Decisions to make........

All Good Wishes to you.
Eileen

rch said...

Thanks Eileen!

Dimps said...

Bob,

Quite touchy and good one!!
The ending lines say it so beautifully...

Regards,
Dimps