by Aime Watts
Written May 28, 2004
1st Revision June 8, 2004
Revised June 21, 2005
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We’ve walked though life but who are you?
“No man’s an island” but that’s a lie.
All of us, islands – isles of seclusion
Wandering through life, filling a void.
Associates only, forever strangers.
Companions wandering, crossing paths
for so many years; yet striding alone.
Finding comrades and friends,
Remaining alone in our lives;
Who knows me as I do?
Who understands us as we do?
Our children draw close, but wander as years go by…
Responsible for none in the eyes of Eternity.
Elusive, never attainable, never knowable, ever alone.
Our comfort in others to cloak our seclusion.
Desperate for companions to tread life’s path
Only to find all paths unique.
We walk our path only, and only alone
All others illusions, distractions, deceptions.
Who walks in ones shoes?
Who looks through ones eyes?
Who speaks through ones lips?
Do we hear the same?
Do we perceive the same?
A glimpse and a moment’s notice,
Is all we see of each other, all else is mist.
Some paths so close they seem the same;
Some cross with nary a nod,
All start separate, some cross, all digress.
Where next do we tread on eternity’s road?
What paths there to find?
Whose hand there to hold?
Will paths wander still?
Is life but a stage, a place to commence?
Where off to next; will we merge ere we go?
Where off to next?
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