(.................14sept4) Parable Poem by Max Reif

A stern figure
blocked my way,
said, 'Not this path.'

I went back
to my old rounds,
pick and shovel in the fields
another year.

The hopeless, invisible
burden remained on my shoulders.
I stole away again
and returned to the path.
Again the stern figure.
Again I went back
and picked up my tools.

Another year of dim
purgatory, a gray time
with no prospect of sun.

Again I took leave
and walked to the path.
The stern figure
admonished yet again,

but my feet
would not go back
to the fields of the hopeless,

and I kept walking
along the unknown path.