As I was walking
Down this time forsaken road
I met a wee young boy
In three steps he's five years old
And he told me about his walk
Where to fish and how to run
Why broccoli isn't good for you
And school is just no fun
Then he trotted off
On his merry way
So I took a few more steps
And met a woman gray
She'd traveled far down the path
That spread parallel to mine
And asked if she could spin a yarn
If I could spare some time
And so she told me of great stories
Of great wars and grief untold
Of walking with her husband
Until his heart grew cold
And just like her first husband
She had left the next three
And now she was to walk alone
In silence except for me
Then she thanked me for listening
Grabbed her cane and off she went
So I started on my walk again
And thought of time I'd spent
But my steps were interrupted
By a man whose legs were weak
His shoes were torn and tattered
In a raspy voice did speak
Now let me warn you son
In this my dying breath
Don't walk away from family
Or you'll have nothing left
Then he fell onto his path
He'd treaded all those years
And my conversations left me
With joys and worries and fears
And then it finally hit me
As I walked on this path of mine
That he fell dead on his own path
And yet at the same time
The young sprat who had told me
About fishing and games
Was walking on a different path
And the woman just the same
So this path I travel down today
Is mine and mine alone
And each person's path is different
Though each should take us home
And I shouldn't judge others
For their journeys I haven't made
Yet I should share with them my friend
Who walks with me every day
Who gives me strength to carry on
When I grow weary or faint
And gives me a shoulder to lean upon
And guides me all the way
So now when people ask to share
Their adventures and their tales
In return I share my friend with them
Who helps them down their trails
