For aeons I wandered
The wilderness of fools,
Roamed the ragged roads beyond
Never questioning the goal.

Faceless — speechless
Beside a faceless crowd
In a silent shadow dance
Along a winding promenade.

Now I see only familiar faces
The haggard and delineated traces
On friendly aging faces
And a recognition of my own

My rocky road is closing
The circle made complete
Returning to the seedling field
For roots to spread — with hope.