Subjected To Frost

Subjected to Frost at an early age I and friends have since chosen our way Thus many have traveled on the trodden path I as Epimetheus see their folly at last Knowing their hearts- how they long to go back We few who still walk stringently down a narrow way Have no desire to dwell back to that day The path of life chosen this few now walk Leads to the dream we long have stalked Sequestered dreams by hoards at wayward doors Glitzing a promise to a path more worn Tis easy on the eyes, the heart, and the feet Making each voluptuous gate seemingly straight-sweet But I keep to this narrow grassy path- chosen by me For to waver or detour would be dream’s death to me