LEAVING NO TRAILS

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