In a voice cracked, he spoke
for he had something to say:
For years I’ve been walked over; stepped on by folks
I no longer wish to be treated this way
Pelting showers have worn me down
my once sparkling self has turned gray
I’m old now; tired, misshapen by my roots
parts of me hurt, and I’ve begun to decay
The daily, followed path of more than a few
steadfastly I held ground, as on their way they’d go
But now I’d just like to stretcth next to the road
feel the grass caress my side, while I lay low
So, this morning as you prepare to head out
planning a course for your business of the day
I beg you please, to stay off the beaten path
The road less travelled will take you on your way
