A Lonely Path

A LONELY PATH Now wandering lonely, in a shroud No longer seen by those he knew But now mute, unable to speak aloud Invisible, in almost every crowd Over time, his impatience grew Now wandering lonely, in a shroud Despite every furrow he ploughed He’d be alone where no wind blew But now mute, unable to speak aloud In life, never in fear been cowed Nor the bravest hero, it was true Now wandering lonely, in a shroud A good life, of which he was proud In death some comfort was overdue But now mute, unable to speak aloud With this lonely future now endowed Nor of any rationale, not even a clue Now wandering lonely, in a shroud But now mute, unable to speak aloud