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