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