• barrywthall

Poems from 'Transcapes' Pathway

Updated: Jun 28


I don’t know where this pathway ends,

This trail of twisting turning bends.

A rising, falling march for miles

Of ups and downs, of steps and stiles.

I don’t know who is up ahead,

Who’s reached the end alive or dead?

Who beat back every sting and thorn,

Or trod with caution, worldly worn?

It’s hard to see who is behind,

Chasing me through dips and winds.

Scurrying, to push me off my track,

Or pick me up and put me back?

I don’t recall where friends went to,

They helped me shove and push on through.

Then one by one they went their ways,

Into distant, different days.

I don’t know when I’ll reach the gate,

To see the light, or be too late?

But one thing I have always known,

I will pass through that gate alone.

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