Aunt Sue Loughry

“Walking stick in my right hand,Gazing silently at the land.Cedar strewn path in front of me lies,Cheerful birdsongs fill the skies.Light breezes blow my cape awry,As I walk along, I know not why!The path of life, so tried and true,Is sometimes bright and sometimes blue.Walking the path in this forest fair,Breathing deep, the fragrant air.Life's path shows us the way,Stay on it, do not sway.Unless, of course, in front of you lies,A fork in the path for you to try.A decision, now, for you to make,A fork to choose, a lot's at stake.You spy ahead as far as able,Down each of three forks on life's table,One of the forks seems to be broken.Decide against it, it may be a token,Of brighter times on the horizon of life.The other forks may hold more strife.No one knows the future ahead,We live our lives until we are dead.”