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As I walk upon the road of life I saw before me two-foot
prints in the dirt I could see they had no shoes I stopped
along the road of life to wonder where these feet would take
this man. If the world would stop to notice him like so few
it has before him or will he pass by as a shadow that makes
you wonder was he really there or was it all a dream but I
prayed for him that he would not be like the dust who is
shown no care or love? I decide to walk in this man foot
steps to see what life would give him would it be kind to
him or forget about him all together? I had come along some
way and heard of his mistakes and of his successes further
down the road of life I heard that he had gotten married and
had a son and three daughters his life was going good life
for him was fine when I finally met this marvelous man is
walk on the road of life was nearing it's in and my was just
beginning he was taken to so for all of us and as we see is
ashes fly away with the wind we know he sits at gods right
hand we know the pain has gone but still we shed are tears
some may think they are for him but no they are for us for
we could not learn all the things he had to teach us but now
it is time to say are last good byes to his body but never
to his soul for it is in his harts forever so now its time
for me and you to keep going down the road of life and if we
learn only one thing form this dear man is to know we must
keep walking and know that it is okay to stop a seconded but
no longer then that even in the hardest times we can always
keep going you must never ever pass life up for you can
never turn around and chance hardly come twice
Posted: 2005-10-22 05:51:48 UTC

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2006-04-23 23:28:48lost the lonely dead
interesting way to say the same thing its a good piece