A Path Too Early Poem by Joe Holley

Wouldn’t you say you were lonely,
if you filled my shoes?
When a smile can’t be found,
but a tear never hides.

When a road such as mine,
uncertain like the sky.
Seems so far,
an end not in sight.

There’s a path but that I must choose,
and its way seems so different.
I can’t find my shoes though,
tread on clouds as like a dream.

I don’t think I can walk,
for the shoes don’t fit.
I don’t think I can leave,
for I can’t forget.

Scared, you are so very true,
but you found your own fit.
We live in different world’s
you’re fact, I’m fiction.

The hardest thing for me,
for I know it fits true.
I cannot be with you,
because I found that path too early.