Random Thoughts.

My Path

Full of joy and fresh this morn,

'tis the day a new tale is born.

Smiling bright and so full of life;

But a babe unburdened by strife.

Time goes by. The world is still new.

Those close to heart still but a few.

One torn away by Life's cruel haze;

Despair is born under Fate's heavy gaze.

More and more they go away,

the heavy gaze does not sway.

On the shoulder the world does sit;

but through brutal strength will not quit.

Alone and harried, striking back

Burdened heart, loved ones lack

Rougher roads have been traveled,

though lesser men would be unraveled.

A beacon shines the darkness through;

Splitting the path, springing choices new

Down the dark and lonely road

or in the light with heavy load

Bruised and battered, weary and scarred

Full of life from joy unbarred

Surrounded by those so close to heart,

what a worthy road from the start.