Journey


Humbly he comes with head bowed low

Seeking another who can take him in tow

Time has no meaning as his journey unfolds

Searching for the truth his inner self holds

Long days are traveled as he casts his mold

Leaving bits and pieces as he walks the road

Wondering if life has meaning, he carries his load

Finding glimpses only of one who can show

He uses them wisely as he softens the blow

Despair and darkness creeps in like the cold

Life has gone by and now he is old

Chipped away bits and pieces reveal his soul

Shinning ever so brightly it appears to be gold

As his last breaths take him, he is gathered into the fold