The path of the strider

A lonesome road of sticks and mold can turn a soul form warm to cold.
If one fails to see the hints that lie beneath the striders prints.
Life will make a grown man ache as time flys by and clock hands rotate.
Take the rays of the fiery star and make your eyes see what's near and far.
For that lonesome road was once mangled with roots, but now its trimmed with room for your boots.

Reviews

[Emma Keynes]

This is beautiful, especially the first and last lines. I really liked it. One thing, though: the correct spelling is "flies" instead of "flys"

[Allelujah]

Awesome poem I enjoyed every line of so much I read it a few more times..sharp pen skills

[m.s.early]

Solid image and sound finale.

Should "form" instead be "from" in the first line.

The rhythm in the last line seems it could be tidied by simply removing "your", but maybe not...

Pen on poet :)

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write. Pen on....:)..................