what drops from me i leave behind

what drops from me i leave behind
discarded but perhaps useful to
another who maybe walks near
or alongside me, might be
contemplating the road
while i pass on by and
offer just a nod just
a quiet smile as i
sun and leaves
crunching soft
pass, and
am gone

Did you write this, aletheia - it is really beautiful in its poignancy - something so sad and melancholic about it but at the same time, full of the knowledge that all it takes is a smile and a nod of reassurance to send someone on their own way into what has already been experienced by and survived by another. Not a quiet resignation so much as a deeply-felt moment of knowing and faith.


Your poem, somehow, calls to mind Walt Whitman’s poem - The Road Not Taken - sort of a prelude to yours…which I have always liked a lot…

[i]Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Yes I wrote it, thanks for reading :slight_smile:

The Road Not Taken, yes such a wonderful poem… is by Robert Frost though, not Walt Whitman, I believe.

#-o ah yes, what was I thinking. :laughing: :banana-dance: Maybe a bit of a freudian slip there…I’ll have to ponder that one. :laughing: