Onward Poem by J Patrick Murphy

With trembling steps so long ago,
I stepped upon this weary road,
Weeds overgrown: not well forebode,
Where it would lead, I did not know.

At first my steps seemed like a stroll,
So early on my heart was bold,
But early ease would never hold,
And later steps would test my soul.

Soon after that my pathway split,
And without thought, one way I went.
Before too long, I would repent
And other path I did commit.

I often wished to turn around
For second path was scarcely plowed.
But carry on I sorely vowed,
Though oft I tread through sordid ground.

I now have reached the happy end,
By strength I found somewhere within.
Soon my next hike, I will begin,
But I don't know which route I'll wend.