The wizened traveler gently embraced me as I traversed my way.
Dusted and tattered, he humbly charged me, please rest and stay.
Exub’rant from youth, eschewing the length to my journey’s end,
I broke from my weary pace, and acknowledged his hand to lend.
I was but a young traveler, treading a lonely land of unseen danger,
Seeking life’s balance and truth when I found that familiar stranger.
“This life, an adventure and journey, is but a glorious trial my lad,
And yes, it will be fraught with all manner of good roads and bad.
Oh, you must seize every moment this wonderful life has to loan,
Rendering charitable profit and good deeds that thou hast sown.
Find thine own voice as you stride these musty, murky paths of life.
Stand up staunchly for truth in spite of thine enemy’s eager strive.
Know thyself; share thy talent; yield thy soul, your life to imbue.
Above all, as that great poet once said, ‘To thine own self be true.’”
Upon adieu, with sincere thanks, I meekly saluted that sage friend,
And traveled onward with peace and purpose to my journey’s end.
by Jeff Hicks
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