I mark the road before you, <br />As I do every day. <br />I'm sure you've never noticed <br />My signs along the way. <br /> <br />But still, I'll leave them scattered, <br />In hopes that you might see; <br />Someone has an interest, <br />In whom you seem to be. <br /> <br />The signs are just reflections, <br />Though altered from the start; <br />By timid conversations, <br />And then a broken heart. <br /> <br />They make no point of order <br />Against your chosen life. <br />Nor seek to pull you over <br />To be a captured wife. <br /> <br />They only seek to guide you <br />To places you've not been. <br />To places not considered; <br />Rejected, way back then. <br /> <br />So as I go before you, <br />I still must look around. <br />To see if you have followed <br />The others that I've found. <br /> <br />I guess that all considered, <br />I'll have to mark them too; <br />So you won't see these others, <br />The ones you shouldn't do. <br /> <br />Though only my reflections, <br />Mine can't lead you astray. <br />I'll mark the road before you, <br />Until my dying day.<br /><br />GREENWOLFE 1962<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-mark-the-road-before-you/
