Walking

So many paths that face my feet
Each one has its beauty to keep
My head challenged and my body tired
To fill my soul with a passionate desire

For the next bend and turn to unfold,
To write the stories of my life on this parchment of old
For eternity to keep and understand
Unbiased about my dreams and hungry hands

I do not seek an end to this dream
Even if I where to take every path seen
I would still continue on with every step
And live this journey without regret

Jeffrey Cook