A Winter Path

A winter path I followed here,                            

Where trampled snows ran deep and wide;

This winding course that man made clear,

I hiked it well in certain stride.

Upon these snows hard and frozen,

The crunching cool beneath my feet;

This path of others I had chosen,

Where destined I was to repeat.

And followed still each bend and crook,

I rambled on another's way,

And never questioned this path I took,

Nor did I ever think to stray.

But near the end on snow paths made,

I’m seeing what I never saw,

In winter paths of easy grade,

The way of others is soon to thaw.