The Path Is Clearing - Mike Lerner

[Larry Robinson]

The Path Is Clearing

Old songs pull me like a horse 

Pulling a wagon, but backwards towards vivid memories

Of my younger days 

Stout lads, we planted, we ran, we climbed, we danced freely

Into the present moment of now 

Here we stand and face the inevitable outcome of our planting,

Slowly arise each morning grateful for another

The bathroom mirror reflects deep lines of our faces, 

Graying of hair, sagging of flesh

As we await the as yet unknown path of our final days

While our hands, those faithful tools at the ends of our outstretched arms,

Reach over to grasp those of a nearby friend

Knowing that we have never been alone. 


      - Mike Lerner




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