Paths

[couchgrouch]

PathsDad parked our old Nova, near the edge of the pineshe found that crooked pathway, and led me through the treesmountains hid the morning, the trail wasn't very clearcos we only walked it, one time ev'ry yearwith his hand on my shoulder, he said, "son, you're older nowand as we walk this forest, it's time you learned aboutchorus paths we all take in life paths they each have a price some are well-traveled others are rock and gravel and filled with sacrifice some we walk alone either way we all choose our own pathsmountain snow was melting, blue creeks were running strongwater don't need pathways, it just makes its ownDad showed me pine needles, hiding a small quail's nestthat mama bird cried a warning, as we went passedDad said the right way, isn't always plaincos sometimes what we give up, is our greatest gainchorus on paths we all take in life paths they each have a price some are well-traveled others are rock and gravel and filled with sacrifice some we walk alone either way we must choose our own pathswell, we came to a clearing, and stood at my mom's stoneDad said, "it's time I told you, why she's really goneyears ago the doctor, said she had a choicewhether to save her own life, or that of her boy's"I just leaned on my father, too weak to even crywhen I learned love should be, my only guidechorus down paths we all take in life paths they each have a price some are well-traveled others are rock and gravel and filled with sacrifice some we walk alone either way we all choose our own paths(c)2004 Robert George