Where It Goes Poem by George Carpow

I'm walking on the edge of mankind's road
Just moving to make no attention on.
The world of perfidy, hypocrisy and oath,
The faith with hate are flowing along.

I walk, the road step by step is getting worse.
The paving breaks up, losing clay and passing dirt.
I make a step and only wonder where it goes
And whether road exists after the mire grows.

Each stone - a map of someone's life.
A couple friends - and cobbers outside.
And on the other side - the enemies and foes
Yet some within the friends - like so it goes.

I have some clay yet in my bag of old,
Some stones I put together, some I throw in wold.
And what's a puzzle of this human road,
How can I make it lead a bit more forth?

I used to be a stone like these once long ago,
But lost all clay, I have been kicked onto the road,
I got a bag, two legs, forth-seeing eyes
And do this puzzle, someone did until he died

I'm walking on the edge of mankind's road
Just moving to make no attention on.
I wonder, how it is now - where it goes?
And when I fade away, who'll keep this puzzle on?