I laid a walkway through the years
winding \'round rocks and trees
avoiding potential pains and fears
Left to guide my footsteps
as well as my children\'s and peer\'s
Planned with the utmost foresight and care
each brick laid with love and tears
Years have passed, weeds break from cracks
the winding path of a weathered walkway has now grown old
The bricks sunken with dips and worn tracks
chipped and broken, now covered in mold
Moss growing on the sides and edges
crumbling memories fade in shadows cold
Once a guiding trail for many, but now neglected
a ruin, fallen to forgetfulness, its story told
Then one day a young man passed this way
stumbling over these bricks disregarded
A thought was born from this rubble and decay
from his house all heat had departed
In search he\'ll no longer need to roam
what was trash now a treasure found and guarded
to build a fireplace to warm his home
one by one he selects these relics discarded