PATH'S

Paths

Each path leads to another path

And that one to a third,

And on and on path leads to path

Until the way seems blurred.

The beauty of this path lies in

Its trodden permanence—

It beckons us to wear it thin

While traveling whence to hence.

This path winds gently left and right

As if ignoring straight—

Perhaps its founder had no sight

Or trod it very late.

Or did he follow waves of sound

That most folks fail to hear,

Which led him up and down and round

As far-off goals came near?

How paths begin we’ll never know

(The woods will never say),

But all who have a place to go

Are thankful for The Way