The Golden Road

Now he’s gone somewhere, down the golden road.
I cannot see beyond the nearest bend.
I think that he’s still up there, is my friend,
But what I see’s constrained by what is showed.

This place is beautiful and seems benign,
But seasons change and weather does, as well:
We feel magnanimous when all is fine,
But alter circumstance, and – who can tell.

I think my friend’s still out there, and I hope.
And yes, the golden road is – well, a trope:
That which we do not know, we do not know —
But where we’ve never seen, we yet
May go

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2 Thoughts to “The Golden Road

  1. This poem is so beautiful that it touched me deeply … reminded me of one of my good friend out there today who is going home to his homeland but homeless … This poem reminded me on this and tears rolled down my cheeks … I hope he is okay …
    Beautifully written …

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