[NicknamedBob]

"I had to go out to do an errand. I scurried around to get home and in the heat. It's cold out tonight."

A Path To Home

When I was young and eager,
Some fears seemed very odd.
For others who’d grown frail with age,
While confidently I trod.

The world was filled with wonders,
And treasures I could seek.
The fearfulness I saw in them,
Just told me they were weak.

My thirst and hunger led me on,
As elders watched with dread.
I scorned their hesitation,
And boldly did I tread.

I fed my appetites with glee,
Until my sated gaze,
Beheld the fact I stood unarmed,
Where dragons chose to graze.

So caution thus was born inside,
My heart that sought to roam,
And slowly I then backed away,
To find a path to home.

My heart had filled its wanderlust,
My feet had gone their mile.
I slowly traced my way back to,
My welcome domicile.

I spoke with children bright of eye,
Of wonders I had seen,
And saw horizons fill their gaze,
And appetites grow keen.

I now discover how my world,
Has shrunken to a town,
Where someone always helps me up,
Whenever I fall down.

I have a vision now that I,
Who once had sturdy tread,
Will only totter those few steps,
That take me to my bed.

My trip has come full circle,
I stare as some young lad,
Departs to find his way along,
The winding path I had.

NicknamedBob . . . December 2, 2006

[starbase]

Wow, that's a very nice and excellent poem NicknamedBob.

[Soaring Feather]

Oh my, this is a wonderful poem, as always with your work -it sings. Natural rhythm.