The PATHS - A POEM

A POEM
‘’The Paths’’

Skipping Along, Eyes Ready
Your Senses Up
They Come Into Focus
What, You May Ask?

The Paths, Of Course
Here They Come
They Come Into Bloom

At First, Your Eyes Can’t Make Them Out
And, A Little Apprehension
Is Natural
But, Through Trial And Error
You Get To Know The Paths

Here I Am, Doing What I Do
And It Feels Right From My Head To My Shoe
It Goes From Crystal Clear -To Blur, Easily
That Is - The Figuring Out Part, You Need

This Path Can Be Of Joy !!