I never wish to take the same road twice;
Every road I take offers my soul a little spice.
Every road I venture upon becomes my road;
Every destination serves as my fitting abode.
I wander far and wide but never really feel lost;
My every effort has been done at reasonable cost.
I have drawn immense satisfaction from my pains;
Achievement, fulfillment became my earthly gains.
The abundant heather that I have softly tread upon
Will produce fresh blooms after I am dead and gone.
My tender heart sometimes freezes like fern in frost.
What am I but a flower myself, just plucked and tossed.
I have never lost precious sight of my native green hills,
Nor can the world ever console me with its bitter pills.
What I have seen during my travels both wild and free,
I would give up the entire world one last time to see.
Now it is time to give way to the receding ocean tide;
I still see a final road before me I will take in my stride.
Life is a circle whose line eventually becomes complete;
One step at a time the square becomes a circle unique.
You certainly have come full circle and traveled far. Now is the time to contemplate what it means and return to a more childish way of looking at life.
Unlike you, I have desired to travel the same road again after many years. When I do that, I often find that the way is different and that things have changed. But that is not always the case like when I returned to a familiar home that I remembered fondly 20 years later and found that it was very much the same as when I left it. I'm not sure how it is now. Its aging former owner told me last year that it was being foreclosed (from a family member). So I probably wouldn't find things the same anymore.
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
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Jane
Unlike you, I have desired to travel the same road again after many years. When I do that, I often find that the way is different and that things have changed. But that is not always the case like when I returned to a familiar home that I remembered fondly 20 years later and found that it was very much the same as when I left it. I'm not sure how it is now. Its aging former owner told me last year that it was being foreclosed (from a family member). So I probably wouldn't find things the same anymore.
Ron