My Precious Path Poem by DONALD SCHUSTER

I walk along this path
That was once wider
Yet as age has made
Narrow the climb steeper
Wisdom has made the steps
Easier,

It has been said
Journeys start
Somewhere with a
Step into the unknown,

Now I strive to reclaim
That music
Once lost
To the
Fog of memory

The ferns once silent
Now gently remind
That all is not lost

The trees
Sing with a richer
Feeling and
The sky full
Of hymns
with hope

This is my precious gift
knowing that
Time still
Follows me
Beyond today

E.S. Donald