I see you strolling down a lonely paved road. A destination only you, may surely know.
A pace you keep. Wise man what do you seek?
You stop to observe through the thicket of trees for only a moment.
Do thoughts of peace surround you ? May a glimpse of the present remind you . You return back to the paved journey foreseen.
Father time has you in his grasp. Growing old is no more a process that you cannot deny.
Life has served you well my friend .
I see you strolling down a golden yellow brick road. A destination I to, will only know.
