We all walk this path

Swagger or sway

Cowardice or brave

Some girl some boy

Some man some woman

Everyone a life, a soul, a being

We come into the Earth

Scrabble to survive

Grab a piece of something or

Someone and hold on for dear life

We all dream and wonder

We all scheme and plunder

We all strive and blunder

This life is all we know and together we walk here

But……………

Even shoulder to shoulder

Hips hugging in the periphreal

My shoes are different than yours, different than hers differnt than theirs

We all walk together yet separated by our feet

Each of us on our own path co-mingled with all the rest

Each of us

a tiny little bit in charge of

What Happens Next

Yet somewhat burdened at the same time by

The shape of the road and

We wish on stars and

Gasp at atrocity and

Revel in wrongdoing or heroism depending on

Which road we took

Yet we all move forward

Crawling, shuffling, walking, running

Moving on

Taking in the breath we breathe and

Blowing it out

Trying to light or extinguish the flames

Wondering if the next corner brings

Pain or salvation

We cannot will not ever know

We just keep on

Keeping on

Our choices are ours

Yet the path is in anothers hands

So regardless of these hard-won plans

The path diverges

Dips

Cavorts and becomes a

Shining road of gold or…

A river of shit

So when a man or

Woman or

Saint or

Devil

Makes their choice and drives on

The consequences are all that are real sometimes

Echoed in the laughter of a child sometimes

Echoed in the exaltation of joy sometimes

Echoed in the tears of shame or defeat and sometimes

Echoed in the sound of gunfire

The beating heart walks the path too and

As the pumping slows and slows and

Stops

Cordite wisping through the air

Blood frozen forever in the moment

The man on the path he chose

Falls to the ground

The crowd roaring in confusion around him

The crowd applauds around him

The crowd screams its disapproval

The crowd whispers its acceptance

He dies there in the midst of

Consumers all thats left is family and friends and a good life with

One bad choice

Like the choices we all make to

Live or to die

To drown or fly

To give or take

To destroy or make

We keepers sigh and move on and

Pick up the evidence and

Grin a bit at the tradgedy and

Cry a bit at the sadness because in the end

It’s all inevitable

 

Copyright 2010 Harry R. Fagel All Rights Reserved