Tuesday, April 14, 2015


I chose the path I trode
and can’t reverse my way
as elements corrode
the trail I tried to lay
a course of beaten stone
would more easily convey
a soul that roams alone
but dreamers tend to stray.


Lisa Mandina said...

Love this poem! Great post. I do a lot of lollygagging at times. If you have time you should stop by and check out my L Post.

Ipsita Banerjee said...

Reading you loud and clear!

rch said...

Thanks :-D

Jinksy said...

I'm all in favour of straying dreamers.:-)