As I quickly approach middle-age (or maybe I’m already there, but in deep denial), I’ve begun wishing I could show some young person the easiest way to get through life. If only I could provide them a map with the right route clearly marked.

I tried to draw a map of my life
Carefully marking the way
Huge red X’s on the dead-end roads
So those who follow me
Will not waste their time as I have
I wanted to create the map
In full relief
Showing the mountains and valleys
Plains and meadows
And the rolling hills of time
Perhaps helping someone to avoid
The deep, dark pits and helping them to see
The smoothest path, the easiest way over
The many mountains that lay between
Here and there
The map was to be in color
Greens signifying the lush dense forests
That might offer a bit of shade
And blue for the streams of cool water to quench
The mightiest thirst
The barren deserts and vast wastelands
Painted brown and lacking vibrancy
Who would want to travel there?

Very detailed was this map to be
I wanted to highlight the gardens
I had found and enjoyed
In the quiet of the dawning day
Blooms and bouquets of every hue
Fields of wheat and corn
To nourish and strengthen
I wanted to show it all
Yes, I tried more than once
To make the map of my life
But the Master stayed my hand
Seems we must each find our own way
©2011 – Andrea J. Shannon
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