When we are born we look at the
World through such innocent eyes
The first few clean steps on a new path
we grow in life expecting clarity through everything
we walk through fog together and apart
When we trip on the stone there is always someone there
To help us back up again
Someone to hold our hand and clean our wounds
When we are teenagers the path only gets harder to walk
The temptation gets so great
You are almost running off the path
With good friends and good choices
You regain your strength
The path that keeps us safe
and guides us to our internal north
We grow older, wiser
The path easier to walk
We focus on the trees
and flowers we see passing by
as our paths come to and end we find
The scenery was all that it could be
and the path now worn was a good one
and we take comfort
The end is near, the path in front
of us is gone
So we step onto the clouds
To look back on our worn paths
We look ahead to the clouds
and watch the gates of heaven close
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem