The Path Of Life Poem by Orlando Belo

For years I've walked this winding path,
and I call it my path of life.
I used to walk it with my mum and dad,
and now with my children and wife.

They asked me why I always walk this path,
and I told them the reasons why.
But they thought that I was pulling their legs,
and I couldn't kid them if I tried.

Mum and dad talked to their deceased parents
when they walked this age-old path.
At that time, I thought they were slightly mad,
and kept hidden my thoughts and laugh.

And now my children think that I am mad
when I talk to my parents, as I walk.
This path is where they can always be found
and they listen if I need to talk.

My ancestors also still walk this path
and we keep each other company.
And if I walk it with a troubled mind
a trouble shared brings relief to me.