A Winding Path

This poem is about mentors we have in life and how people in our lives teach us as we move along.

I walked along the winding trail

No passersby did I see there

Along the sylvan path I went

The air crisp and the weather fair

 

And sitting by a stream I found

A rather old and weathered man  

The look he had of old wisdom

A face wrinkled by sun and tan

 

His look invited me to sit

His eyes old and filled with kindness

So with him did I pass some time

And learned much from him in silence

 

I saw in him my path ahead

A long and winding road before

Times of pain also mixed with joy

Things on many a distant shore

 

After a time he turned to me

And I understood what he meant

I had learned from him what I could

On my way by him was I sent

 

I never have forgotten him

Although I never knew his name

Now I sit in the shade waiting

An old man now have I became

Reviews

[N!LoC]

oh ! so it seems that you are an old man eh? hihi... well i always say u are as young as your heart wants to be :-)

and.. forgive me for pointing this out... (i have a bad habit doing this ) but i think the last line has to use "an" not "a" old man....

[Brandon Wilson]

Im actually 18 but it fit well, thanks for pointing that out.

[N!LoC]

wow.. so u r not an old man... but u are writing a poem from a different perspective... thats really great... :-)

[Brandon Wilson]

The idea was that in life we have mentors, weather it be teachers or family or friends who teach us as we go and we become a mentor for others.

[not one]

i really like this alot, could feel this

[Brandon Wilson]

Thanks you, always nice when people can relate.