The old paths
Few of us recall the old paths
Once so well marked and open
When came the lean years
The neglected days
When we no longer knew the way
New paths were blazed
Straight and to the point
Uninspired and sterile safe
And so we trudged and tramped
Where once we meandered
Merrily
Then came one who knew
The old crooked route
Who mended the fallen gate
Opened just enough the path
And though few still choose
This longer winding way
It is there
And not lost to the one
In need of some wandering along.
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