MY UNSEEN PATH
I went for a walk
With my son, daughter, her husband and their son
Three generations were in the park
Of our infamous the Lake Gardens
Of Kuala Lumpur
I very well knew
Others had been there before me
The early birds were enjoying tai chee
exercising, jogging, walking and marching
I held my attention no more
For the path that was well trodden
Told many unfold stories
From the steps of wise men
To the mere popper miseries
Sharing life of disparity
Surfaced with dusty schemes
Some may have paved it
with elegant dreams
I always walked there
on the path well-trod
but my footprints were never found
they were not at all mixed or mingled
with the others I walked behind
So I left the path
and I walked further into the woods
and when I turned I could not see
any trails created by me
My trail wasn't straight
nor was it wide
it wandered where ever I pleased
but the beauty I saw
could never be seen
for the path was built of concrete