I Always Walked A Different Lane Poem by amol lanke

I Always Walked A Different Lane



I Always Walked A Different Lane:

I was not like others, as a child I played and sang different song,
Everyone crossed the bridge early, for me the path was very long.
People used to count me insane,
I Always Walked A Different Lane.

Growing up I learnt sharing, never did I demand the costly toys,
I was never into GiJoe's or video games like the other boys.
People used to count me insane,
I Always Walked A Different Lane.

Parents used to get for their kids things so fancy and new,
I always seeked happiness in the small balloon that I blew.
People used to count me insane,
I Always Walked A Different Lane.

School days over, started the journey of memorable college,
I stayed away from fun here, just ran in persuit of knowledge.
People used to count me insane,
I Always Walked A Different Lane.

Finding life mate was the dream of every youth at growing this age,
I turned around those instances and always intended to be sage.
People used to count me insane,
I Always Walked A Different Lane.

Career/ Job is utmost vital phase in life of many,
I stayed behind all in the race to earn penny.
People used to count me insane,
I Always Walked A Different Lane.

Got married, had family, yet never dreamt of big luxurious and gold,
So simple was my living that for all it was a open book unfold.
People used to count me insane,
I Always Walked A Different Lane.

Growing I was old, yet never did I evolve from the simple being,
Amongst all, I wad the bird who never used to fly using own wing.
People used to count me insane,
I Always Walked A Different Lane.

Towards the lifes end, being such simple, I never did regret,
I knew my morals, ethics were of million dollar rate.
People used to count me insane,
I Always Walked A Different Lane.

Even my soul stood at my funeral silent and with a smile,
Being such innocent, for me the heavens route was just a mile.
People used to count me insane,
I Always Walked A Different Lane.

-Amol Lanke

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The poem is about simple people who hear their emotions more than rational, for them life gets complex.
Its always a sacrifice from their end and second fiddle from others end about treating you.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Roseann Shawiak 26 December 2013

Simple people are usually too complex for others to figure out. Simplicity is too difficult to understand for some people and they treat others as second best, just as you expressed in your poem. Well written. Thank you for sharing.

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Gajanan Mishra 26 December 2013

I like this poem with a smile, thanks.

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