Mysterious Journeyman

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Mysterious Journeyman

That man on the path, only a few miles ahead
Never looks back, or turns his head
His back was straight, his head held high
Now and again, he'd look up to the sky
His journey was his, he knew where he was going
Even though I could tell, his direction, I often had no way of knowing
I saw him stop, take stock, deliberate, then choose
I tried to catch up, to ask, why the delay, why did you muse
I saw him stumble, a few times, too far away to help him get up
But rise he did, didn't miss a step, just an emotional hiccup
On occasion he disappeared, clean out of sight

Left me guessing, at juncture, did he go left or right

Now and again, he was accompanied, as was I

By a throng of others, enjoying that guy

The merriment he shares, I hear their laughter their joy

Non of his group, unwelcome, or does he play with as toy

He's closer now, I'm much closer than before

But still some distance, he'd just climbed mountain and rocky tor

He led me over hills, across rivers, 'neath stormy skies

My fascinations, curiosities, as he set my route, ignoring my cries

Where are you going, where do you lead

Why ignore me, why don't you heed

He's closer again, I can now almost touch his soul

Though he seems less straight, slower in achieving his goal

I can see now his grey hair, his pallor less young

His weathered, worn demeanour, reflect youthful songs sung

His movements look strained, he's visibly tired

I'll catch him up soon, ask why he's inspired

To travel this road, of sixty two years

And whether his journey was worth such pain and so many tears

Although I never caught up, not yet at least

I know where we'll meet, at final wake's feast

This journey I've shared with that man in front was not all what it seems

It was me on our road, me and my dreams.......

Colin Cameron