My Path
i chose my path quite carefully
no hand in it but mine
a life of toil then old age
to greet the new freedom
then quickly die for what
no this path was different
the folly of youth exploited
then carried through the years
filling my life with the joy
of more than just living
twenty four hours seven days
no time off as reward
given as a time too brief
to actualize the meager gift
bought for in toil and sweat
i exalt in my time savored
with my friends and lovers
this life we have so short
and when passes the time
a hundred years beyond death
and we are forgotten and dust
a stone in a field perhaps
all that shall remain to be seen
each love that passes us
unique in its own special way
shall we let it pass us by
or rejoice in it’s offering
to the much too short a time
that we walk on mother earth
no my path may leave me wanting
when I am old and withered
but I regale in the  memories
so filled within my mind
the joy of life still burning bright
within my heart and soul