The Road Ahead
The road lay straight ahead,
unwinding and flat out,
I was standing atop a distance,
and was dreading the walk,
that lay ahead,
The muscles were already weary,
and the body had little store of energy,
perspiration had taken its toll,
and I was simply not ready for the stroll,
sun was cruel and heartless,
it was raining sunshine cats and dog,
then the long distance,
that could be seen by naked sight,
was creating a mental quagmire and bog,
idyllically I raised my hand,
to shade the face,
suddenly the little finger and the thumb,
bended in a measuring compass,
with an effort I raised the hand compass,
and could measure the entire road,
in the straight line that I drew from finger to thumb,
tip to tip,
entire road came in that,
my mind registered that the road was such a small effort,
and I took my next step.
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