Where Led That Path Not Taken


Where led that path not taken
a tramp into a mist of waving grain
Away from this God forsaken
racing for ever more foolish gain

How stands the present crop
thistles and thorns by the wayside
Will this marathon stop
seeking my shelter calm Bay-side

Will time dare to yield
harvest of sweet, delightful fruits
Can I drop my old shield
steady in faith of my parental roots

Where led that path not taken
a tramp into a mist of waving grain
Away from this God forsaken
racing for ever more foolish gain

Robert J. Lindley
02, 23, 1990

Note: This from my private journal. Hope you may enjoy...-Tyr