Patches
I never painted lions
on your jeans,
But with my needle
I sewed your many patches.
I decorated you
with worlds
beyond the here and now.
You walk a different path
than most of us
But which of us
walks down the perfect path.
The track you walk
is right for you
As mine is right for me.
Out there in the lonely dark
a whistle blows somewhere.
A far off train calls for you
and you must follow there.
As you travel the railroad of life
you will follow many tracks.
Ride easy, my friend.