There is no straight path.
Often, we stumble on a stone,
end up up ended in some unexpected ravine,
climbing back up the slope,
turned around, completely,
on a different road, trudging in a different direction.
But,
where ever we are,
is our road,
is the way we were meant to go.
So, we go on.
So many changes, slips, trips, blind alley turns….
Doesn’t matter.
It’s still the road,
our road.
What is important?
Only that we keep on,
learching.
Poems by Ken 