The Path

I woke up on a path

and was greeted by my mother,

and I saw the solemn faces

of my father and my brother.



They bravely brought me up

and gravely gave the talk

about the perilous path

every man must walk.



I saw many upon the path,

each and every day,

all walking along

in their own peculiar way.



I saw some refuse

to start their travel,

and others who preferred

to study the gravel.



I saw some people

help carry others along,

and even saw some

do their own brothers wrong.



I saw some stop to rest,

while others hurried past,

and some who decided

to end their path too fast.



I wearily walked along

this lingering path of life,

forever staring down

burdened by my strife,



but once I raised my eyes

to the heavens and cried,

I saw the circular path

and laughed until I died.