As we grow we must learn so much
This is the road of life we tread
After a while we learn to branch out.
Each year is a leaf or a page
The farther down the road we go
We make more turns and leaves as we grow
Some are short while others are long and wide.
Sometimes a month is a leaf or a page
When we settle down we cluster about.
We start sending little leaves about
Soon we have a full life ahead and behind
Some how we wonder as we look back or down.
What our path is depends upon us
How well we learned when we were taught
We can blame no one but us.
We are the one who's path has the dust.
3-16-2008

