The Untraveled Path

Across the plains and thru the distant wood Lay railroad tracks, once used from long ago. A remainder of commerce, they once stood Now thick vines overtake them as they grow. Close your eyes, you can hear clippity clop When the train travelled by on the steel rail As it raced by to reach its next stop. Now only a dredged up colorful tale. Don’t let old age be all covered with vines Laying still, n’er letting others to see. You’re so much more than crooked hands ‘n lines, Sharing your friendship will set the vines free. With age comes wisdom, and a life to share Keep your path open, they’ll be no despair.