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By Robert John Valonis

--Stuart, FL

The man looked backwards on his walk

While resting on his cane.

A little boy looked up at him,

But he did not know his name.

“Grandpa," said the little boy,

“Did you make this path?”

The old man said, “Yes, long ago.

I’ll let you do the math."

“Where does it end?" said the boy

While smiling up at him.

The old man said, “This one’s mine,

But it ends where yours begins."

He said, “I made it long ago when

Just a child like you.

Through all those years I wore it down

When I had not much to do.

“I leave this path to you now. 

It's been quite good to me.

I’ve turned the grass to dirt and stone

While setting troubles free.

“So take my hand and walk with me

To just around the bend.

I’ll show you where your path begins

And where my path shall end."