The Path

THE PATH

There’s a path leading out the door,

There’s a path going on forevermore.

There’s a path we must follow,

There’s a path which looks so hollow.

There’s a path full of sorrow,

There’s a path with no tomorrow.

There’s a path lonesome and dead,

There’s a path which has no end.

There’s a path in every life,

There’s a path to which we strive.

Blinded by sorrows and grief,

Will we ever get relief?

In this life, on this path,

Our role we play and then we part.

The path goes on, but forevermore,

People on it just come and go.

Insignificant in the specs of time,

Dusted aside like filth and grime.