The Path

I turn and see a long way, behind


In the distance – a home

I look ahead and see

In the distance- the home



I have traveled

Years and miles

Yet not moved an inch

On the homebound aisle



I remember my fatigues

I cry over my joys

My solitudes, my sorrows

On the path of my choice



Did I have a choice at all?

I wonder as I look ahead

The path has kept me alive

I will arrive home-dead.