Down the garden path I go like a child torn from sleep,
I seek the joy of yesteryear among the Willows Weep.
I peer among the tended beds of fellow, foe and friends,
And find myself alone again on a path that never ends.
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It sounds as though you are putting a final stamp in a chapter of your life that you really don't want to forget. Good luck and I like the rhyming scheme and flow of this poem.
very good, i can see the words, ....