A Lonely Soldier

365 Days of Creativity:

day six

A poem for today. I was caught up in thinking about The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost, and how good he makes that path seem. Frost never mentions how lonely the trip could be. Though it might take you to wonderful places, what's a life without someone to share it?

Down the path that's rarely traveled,

a lonely soldier scuffs the gravel.

The road is long,

with many bends.

Though they say glory

is at the end.

But the lonely soldier

hangs his head.

For unlike him,

his friends are dead.

They took they way

more commonly used.

But that road was tired

of being abused,

of hitchhikers

who lazily cruised.

Their trail was straight,

and easy to march.

But it did not end,

with a golden arch.

A blank abyss,

with cold, cruel air,

was waiting to flair

ensnare and tear.

Watching from his tangled lane,

our soldier saw them whither and wane.

A smile should have lit his face,

for he could walk at his own true pace.

He was on his way to paradise,

but a friend or two

would have been nice.

Down the path that's rarely traveled,

a lonely soldier scuffs the gravel.