Reflection Poem by David Miao

When it comes my time to look
Look back down that windy path
Let it not be filled with a golden peak
For I would rather those who speak

When it comes my time to look
Look back down that windy path
Let it not be filled with a golden mile
For I would rather just one smile

When it comes my time to look
Look back down that windy path
Let it not be filled with a golden rake
For I would rather a sincere handshake

When it comes your time to look
Look back down that windy path
What would you want it to be filled with?