The Wandering Man


There once was a man in question distraught
“Why am I here” to himself he thought
“Is it for fame or mortal wealth?”
“Should I always drink to MY own health?”
On his log he did ponder
Is there a path or should he just wander?
And on he went to solve this riddle
He found his way to a glistening pond
Thinking of his friends whom of he was fond
And he asked himself “am I here for them?”
“To serve their needs on every whim?
Surely this cannot be the conclusion”
So he walked on, in more confusion.
Then he saw a placid bear
He said to himself “I wish I was the bear,
Sitting calmly without a care”
But I get worried over the smallest things,
Whether its, clothes or shoes, or even my hair.
Is to for popularity that I am here?
Being alone is my greatest fear.
Surely this cannot be the conclusion”
So he walked on in more confusion
Finding himself a fork in the road
A path on the right where water flowed
Or a path on the left where trees were bowed
“This presents me with a choice
This is free will and my own voice”
“Ill take the right” he said out loud
Sticking his head high and feeling proud.
While walking along he spied a widow
Sweeping off her front porch stairs
He walked on by without a care.
But then he stopped then and there
And said to himself “Why that’s not fair”
To walk on by whilst others toil.
Who am I what have I become?
Denying a poor women of some help
While she gets by the nary a crumb
So he walked back for assistance
The widow admired his persistence.
“Maybe serving others IS why I’m here
Is there some greater force that’s present?
That made it all, the widow, the pheasant?
Am I here to serve Him alone?
Yes I believe THAT is the final answer”
One might think his journey did end.
But your sadly mistaken, whether foe or friend
Yes, the man found the final conclusion.
And he still walks on but, with less confusion.

 
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