While walking on a piece of ground
I leaned upon a tree
to take my breath and rest awhile
when up ahead I see
a fellow traveler.
This comrade of the road was worn
and stopped to rest awhile.
“Going my way? Shall we walk along?”
I agreed with a smile
so we walked together.
Marching forward we strode along
Enjoying such companion
But when the path turned left for him
I did not feel abandoned
for I had my own direction.
For awhile more, I walked alone
focused on my destination
wondering why my friend
failed to show the slightest hesitation
to change his travel plan.
As I pondered, a new journeyman
happened along my way.
In conversation and debate
we passed another day
in full disagreement.
“Why won’t you go the way I go?”
The traveler much implored,
“for I am focused on this way,
my ideas should be explored.”
But a different spirit called me.
And straight away I took my path
I bid Farewell, God Speed.
Not for disagreement nor for ill
but instead a different need,
to finish what I started.
Ahead I saw the pathway’s end,
and with the final paces
I reminisced the journey here
recalling both their faces
and how we soon were parted.
Why would I say you should have stayed,
and walked my path with me?
Instead I see as the plan unfolds
it was never meant to be
a journey of two men.
One thought on “The Journey”
Beautiful story! Reminds me of the message in “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost.