Paths

In life it seems we take different paths
each to a certain goal
and with each stride we take with us
that which would make us whole

Now on this path we meet  ourselves
and earn  what we have to earn
so when we come to a dead end stop
we  show what we have learned

When on this path we meet a friend
and take a leisurely stroll
but when one falls down and cant get up
we start to learn of the cold

Now on this path some take themselves
and go right to the end
But others like to stop and stay
and hold anothers hand

At the end of this worn out path you can look back and see
The others you have left behind
That you left on bended knee

You cant go back to right the wrongs
forwards no longer there
you've reached the top just to find
You've only your cross to bear