Stroll

 

 

The paths I have trodden, decisions I have made,

roads often barely travelled, unmarked and vague,

loves I have known, not always given nor received,

following my heart, in what I believed.

 

Shattered dreams and victories, all have been known,

throughout the years, the man has truly grown,

a small boy remains, on the path, unchanged,

until nothing but a fading memory remains.

 

Stoic