The sun sets on another day…
Sunset was like a lightbulb slowly burning out on the horizon. The mist in the west slowly ate away the light until only a halo remained. It was actually pretty awesome!
There are times in life where we really are not sure of the theory of everything. This means sometimes the path is not clear. I had a short discussion about that this weekend and I agreed with some thoughts, and did not with others. In “The Road Less Traveled” it was implied that the difference was higher because a person chose a way less worn. Something that could be an adventure. It was suggested to me that the poem really meant that it did not matter which and that the poem was not about the choosing of a path. In the end, I reviewed and agreed with the stance, but as with most poetry it can be taken a variety of ways.
With that try this:
Misty
A Misty day lie before, without a path to take
I fought my desire for more sleep and to try to stay awake
The path before is nevermore, and I may never know
Who came before and went again, as traveled to and fro
I saw not far and knew not where each path took a turn
but I had to go and find my way and find what I could learn
I took no path and walked my way, now and through the day
and when at last the mist was gone I knew I’d found my way
There was no fear, nor long regret, in what I did that time
I walked a path that no one took and called it only mine
as others think they missed a path, I know it’s always true
The path best taken is your path and not what others knew
Now before the path is dark, and I don’t know my way
behind me paths are dozens long, and memories here to stay
Again I walk with hastened fire, and make the path so fine
No matter good, nor bad that comes the outcome will be mine
So as the sun sets on another day, I hope you find your way with no regrets, and enjoy every moment as your own. After all, this life is yours and no one can make it any better than you. Make your best life, and find your way, no matter what.
Sleep sweet, love life, and keep living…