Walk With Me

                                                             Come walk with me

Along this path

When we reach the crossroad

Choose your direction

On one side

A field of summer flowers

Swaying in the soft breeze

One the other

High mountains coved in snow

Ahead the road is straight

And divides

Hills and flowers

What road will your footsteps take

The hard one climbing

Or meadows of flowers

The road ahead leading

Into places you cannot see

Each road you take will

Have lesions to learn

With sadness attached

Over the years of walking

Age will not stop you

Walking that crossroad

Leaving footsteps behind

You