Emphatically me
This road and I are one in the same
We have bumps and turns and twists
We have been developed over time, evolving with the times
We can see no end, for no end is there
One point begins, another point begins again
In the time since we have begun, the weather, wear and tear has etched its mark on us
We have seen many days and nights, blustery winds and harsh cold rains
But we carry this load of bumps and bruises like badges for the ages
For badges and for baggage, we are the traveller and the medium for the travel
We see no ending, we fear no passage of time
Worn and wiser, we can only get better
I see them, the travellers, they know not that they travel
Lost in the mind of the child, innocence is packed away like discarded luggage
The adult now knows the realities and truths of growing older
Long forgotten are the days of wishes and dreams and of what might be
I have long since agreed, the only thing I can be is me
All of me intact, from a sapling to an oak
I write the pages of my life in my book
Weathered and withered I will become
But I will remain, through all the blustery winds and rains
I will be the guide, the pathway for the young
I will be the 'used to be'
I will be the "is"
I will be, emphatically me
Forgotten for a moment, not a lifetime or two
I realize I am not only here for me but for you
Your time is near, you still dream of course
Some day you will take this path and know your life's course
I will have passed with the changing of the seasons
My entity still and always there for you
My badges and baggage a sign of what once was
My badges and baggage a sign of what still is
My badges and baggage a sign, for you
A road less travelled in a time less simple
The road is the journey, the journey the road
And I wish you to know everything emphatically me