The Walk

The road you chose to travel , a stone-filled way,
hazardous and uncertain places leading.
You must take alone and follow every day.

"Take the easier path," you hear the critics say.
Tempting, now, as you upon the path proceeding
for the road you chose to tread's a stone-filled way.

Many times you stop to savor a bouquet,
wild-flowers midst the stones, have found a seeding,
then on alone, keep plodding every day.

As the miles pass by, you strengthen day-by-day
your feet harder now, no longer bleeding
on this road of choice you travel, a stone-filled way.

You sense the end cannot be far away
your goal at last, for rest your heart-soul pleading,
still the path alone, you follow every day.

Your limbs grow weary now, your hair grows gray,
yet no regrets, no bitterness, no hope receding
You chose the road to travel, the stone-filled way,
You Alone proudly walked it every day.

©William Davis