Leprechauns and Myths
Standing in the woods, you wonder
what made you think paths would always be
clear and well marked?
Who fed you that myth so effectively
that you carried it well past it’s due date,
that you were an old man before you accepted the foggy truth,
that the only clear step is the one in front of you,
The rest are shrouded in fog and surprises.
and you are left, a blind leprechaun with music of his own.
About this poem.
Life is not full of surprises. Life IS surprises. Wish someone had told me earlier. I would have learned how to dance better.
The picture was taken behind my house. I take a lot of pictures of that tree.