Walking a Forgotten Way
walking a forgotten way
where there was so much life once
we shed long hidden tears as we remember
we think of all that died peacefully and proud
we hold our heads up a little higher and walk on a little further
our narrators are the whispering landmarks
our mentors are the morals at the end of each said story
holding hands, out minds open up even more
thinking that we knew a lot, but finding out we know even less
sometimes lessons and wisdom are not obviously visible or loquaciously verbose
you have to walk a path to it no matter the current condition of its presentation
Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2022
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