Sometimes we've traveled on rough roads,
sometimes
on smoothly paved ones.
Sometimes
our feet have gotten hurt and bled,
sometimes we've had a pair of shoes.

And
sometimes
we've found ourselves traveling through
silence and loneliness...

But
suddenly
we have a song to sing,
a friend to love,
a hand to hold,
a smile to share.

And the road,
rough as it might have been,
is rough no more.
And our feet,
injured as they might have been,
hurt no more.

And silence,
shared,
so pleasant it becomes!
And loneliness...
Oh! beautiful loneliness!
When there is a friend
to hear us say:
how beautiful loneliness is!

©MieFroes

Boston, 1976.