Twas a day not unlike this
With the sun and clouds on high
And there I stood a weary traveler
At a fork under the sky.
The path I traveled came to a point
Where one must choose a road
And while I wait there came a man
With the heaviest of loads.
I called to him Dear Sir,
You should leave your pack,
For this is too long a journey
And too great a burden for your back.
The stranger stopped, looked at me,
And gave a friendly smile;
With a soft voice he told his tale
Of how he walked a million miles.
He said, God gave me this load
Which I carry in hurt and endless strain
But it’s worth every ounce of its weight
For just a moment in the rain.
Or to hear a songbird sing its song
Then see the bird in flight,
Or to hold a loved one close to you
Underneath a starry night.
You see every second of your life
Is worth its weight in gold.
And that’s why I carry so much with me
To remember what I hold.
With that the stranger walked off
To travel on his way.
I’ll never forget this wise friend
Or the words he had to say.
* This poem was written for a classmate who lost his battle with cancer.