Paths of How and Why

Accidental Poet



 

Once upon a time

A young curious boy was I

Exploring the world outside

Following paths of how and why

 

Nature with all its wonders

Discoveries of trees and wildlife

 All things under the Sun

Soaking up the morning light

 

My distant memories

Clear and vivid in my mind

But as I stand there now

The same views I struggle to find

 

The years have taken its toll

Decay and growth everywhere I see

The paths I used to walk

No where to be seen

 

These same woods grown anew

For today’s young curious boys

Out exploring as I once did

New adventures and joys

 

But I, an old man now

Look back with searching eyes

For that young boy

Who followed paths of how’s and why’s

 

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  • Author: Sharon\'s Poet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 30th, 2023 04:16
  • Category: Reflection
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  • User favorite of this poem: Bella Shepard.
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Comments5

  • sorenbarrett

    I too recognize that path, have walked it and look back on it now. The poem reads with a sense of nostalgia and longing for a time past. Yet I would not return for anything once is enough. A great read.

    • Accidental Poet

      Thanks soren, I appreciate the read and compliment.

    • Neville



      This is one of those I can wholly relate to my friend .. so very well crafted and muchly enjoyed ..

      Neville

      • Accidental Poet

        To relate is to bond, to bond is to respect, to respect is to thank. And I thank you Sir N. 😉👍

      • orchidee

        Good write AP.

        • Accidental Poet

          Was that you Orchi I saw walking through the woods in my old neighborhood? I know, hiding from KP right? Fear not my friend, if I see her, I'll tell her you're not even on this continent. I'll tell her to head south to South America. 😜

          • orchidee

            Thanks AP. lol.

          • Goldfinch60

            Such true and wonderful words AP, what happened to our beautiful world of our youth.

            You just cannot go wrong with The Moody Blues.

            Andy

            • Accidental Poet

              It was when I decided to stroll through the neighborhood woods where I grew up, and all the trails than ran through the woods were all gone. I mean completely vanished. I remember so vividly in my mind of how the trails looked, but as I walked around all I saw was new growth and the old trees and growth that was falling down and rotting away. But at least I have my memories. And yes, you can't go wrong with the Moody Blues. 🙂

            • Bella Shepard

              Dear friend, it is hard sometimes to believe that the eyes of age were once so clear and innocent. When all was new in youth, before life taught us the difficult lessons. This poem resonates so strongly with me. It is beautifully penned, and grabs the heart of those of us who do look back with searching eyes.

              • Accidental Poet

                Thanks Bella. Some people say its foolish to look back to your past. But I always say How can you know where you're going, if you don't know where you came from? Everyone learns from their own past. 🙂

                • Bella Shepard

                  Beautifully said!



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