Puzzled, I am <br />By the tepid response <br />Of those on whom I depended. <br />Must I walk alone this moonlit path <br />Stubbing my toes on crooked roots <br />Dislodging pebbles which signal my lonely passage? <br /> <br />Who guesses my destination <br />And waits my arrival? What angels watch, <br />While offering, like fitful stars, <br />Provision against these shadows, <br />Solace for my human faults? <br /> <br />And if my billy is empty <br />Yet still, I limber my sinews, <br />Contrive a liquid song to match my steps. <br />Tomorrow shall know my name - this I promise. <br /> <br />As for those who have failed me <br />As I in my life let others down - don't worry. <br />We each have opportunities <br />To offer familiar travelers food and lodging <br />But let those false-faced ones be sure <br />I read their names along this route - am not deluded.<br /><br />Brian Purdy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/puzzled-12/
