Author’s note: The lane is an extended metaphor or life 🙂
Many souls have walked this lane
Perhaps searching for something to gain
Some unknown and some of fame
But few I really know by name
Some walked in sunny, pleasant strolls
For them, happiness filled their souls
And some have tried to leave their mark
while some rushed along in the dark
Most people pace the street in haste
but only few savour the taste
of the walk they walk and things they hear
and the things they love, and the things they fear
Travellers listen to the sounds
that almost erupt from the grounds
the laughs and love from much before
the waves that lap against the shore
The sound of people who cried and cried
Or the people who stood tall and defied
Only the sounds can really guide
In this long street, there’re no rules applied
Some people live their lives a lie
Some people walk on with a sigh
Some fill themselves with hope and pray
But no one really knows the way.
I’ve seen them run of course, but that’s fine
The streets is large and can’t confine
Perhaps they’re just exploring time
and hope they don’t find dirt and grime
But this lane is quite new to them
It can praise and can condemn
The trick is to keep walking, though
And make your pace quite soft and slow.