Memory Lane

Traveling down the by-ways
along the country roads
Crisscrossing through the landscapes
that are my memories' home

Many destinations beckon me
calling to and fro
Some are warm and inviting
others bleak and cold

A worn and weathered compass
guides me
where
I never know?

directions that it
takes me
I'm never sure
I want to go

Journeying through
the grayest days
and nights
Dark and so cold

I see a bright
inviting light
that calls me
on and on

At last I reach my destination
weary, tired and worn

I am greeted by
A friendly face
And a fire
to warm my achy bones

*10/12/2013