The Old Brick Walkway

I laid a walkway through the years

winding 'round rocks and trees

avoiding potential pains and fears

Left to guide my footsteps

as well as my children's and peer's

Planned with the utmost foresight and care

each brick laid with love and tears

Years have passed, weeds break from cracks

the winding path of a weathered walkway has now grown old

The bricks sunken with dips and worn tracks

chipped and broken, now covered in mold

Moss growing on the sides and edges

crumbling memories fade in shadows cold

Once a guiding trail for many, but now neglected

a ruin, fallen to forgetfulness, its story told

Then one day a young man passed this way

stumbling over these bricks disregarded

A thought was born from this rubble and decay

from his house all heat had departed

In search he'll no longer need to roam

what was trash now a treasure found and guarded

to build a fireplace to warm his home

one by one he selects these relics discarded

Reviews

[DIVYA]

Your words hold such a deep and noble message here, dear Soren. Good work done, solid foundations laid, and good intentions never go to waste. As long as it was done with love, an act survives in this universe. As long as a path was laid, a house was built sincerely and with warmth and caring, there will always be someone who will find direction, take refuge and draw comfort from it. These things survive and reverberate in the cosmos and become the firmament of heaven. God is made from such goodness and such goodness is God. Kudos on the composition and beauty of this poem. Loved it!

[Soren]

Thank you Divya such words from a poet of your stature mean a great deal.

[DIVYA]

The thoughts we get to share here, the sheer inspiration and strength we gather from one another’s words is priceless to me. You’re most welcome, dear Soren. It’s a joy and a blessing to read you.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

some houses just last...and those without inherit that which has been left overgrown but still salvagable.
the love and tears of one generation carries on to the next...nicely penned, Soren.
I read in sixth line, "planned."

I really like your line of " a thought was born from this rubble and decay."

[Soren]

Thanks so much for the read and thoughtful comments Jacob