Sometimes I still wonder which road to take
Although my soles are worn and many are my years
I travel step-by-step knowing not my path
Only that it will be littered with hopes and fears
I see those who are much younger
Seemingly gliding effortlessly by
While I struggle with which direction to go
And still doubt my decisions or the reasons why
Behind me lay halls of gold and bastions of grief
Testimony to my journey as a man
Yet my best paths still lay before me
Beckoning me to decide as best I can
Alas had I to choose an alternate route or two
Though some would have been much easier
Nothing would change if it meant losing you
