THE MAN REMEMBERS THE KID
I, like all before me,
left the land of youth
for the country meant for man.
As I walked
the scenery became ever changing,
evolving, at first elemental
then onward to complex equations
where solutions though oft not easy, did come.
Thinking, always thinking
about not where my foot was
but where it had just been removed from,
using that step to plan the one about to come.
Aye, the days when the richness of knowledge
found aside the road were truly wondrous.
I saw the monks, mendicants, the bums, the boors,
the tallest trees with hand and foot so shady
almost blocking my guide, the ever distant light of the end.
Through it all I had learned to navigate.
Always questioning my existence
yet never my persistent stretching of the leg forward to provide.
I came upon many a stolen street grate
fell a time or two into the sewers
where comes the bad, that men so easily do.
Young and strong of a mind to clean my way.
I climbed out to continue on my journeys path.
Still alooking, looking to see which way was my way.
Until the day I met a her who changed the I to we.
From then on forward
there was no plotting with intention a steady direction.
Increase the wind and lay on more canvass
the exciting days of life, love work and family
began needing a charting of another unfamiliar course.
© M Durfee