Walking Alone The Winding Road
Alone I walk this winding road,
With no hand to hold, no love bestowed,
In the stillness of the night, I quietly cry,
For a future where I’ll grow old, until I die.
I know deep in my heart and soul,
That I will never have that lasting spark,
No partner to share my joys and fears,
No soulmate to wipe away my tears.
The years will pass, like sands in a glass,
And I’ll watch as others find love that lasts,
But I’ve made peace with my solitary fate,
Embracing the life I know will await.
I’ll find peace in the beauty that surrounds me,
In the songs of birds, in the wind’s sound,
I’ll cherish friendships and moments of grace,
And carve out a life that I can embrace.
Though I may die an old maid, alone in the end,
I’ll know that my heart was true, my spirit will mend,
For love comes in many forms, and I’ll hold it dear,
Even if the love of a partner, remains unclear.
So I’ll walk this path with my head held high,
And find beauty in the moments that pass by,
For my worth is not defined by who I may wed,
But by the love I give and the life I lead.
Copyright © Jeanine Dejesus | Year Posted 2024
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