Going Down The Path

I think of you as I walk down the path I smile, then I chuckle, then I laugh and I laugh; Then I stop and then I think………. Was I laughing at you or was I laughing at me Do I owe someone a punch or maybe an apology, Did I fight, did I argue or did I disagree? Maybe, I should just buy myself another drink. I pondered as I walked to a nearby bar There I will ask the bartender to fill my mason jar; As I must be on the path once again………. I am walking down the path, then I begin to cry I am crying and crying I keep on wondering why, Do these tears of mine justify? Maybe, I must remember not where I am going, but where I've been. As I wondered down the path I am quite confused I laugh and then I cry, I then become highly amused; Then I stop, so that I can contemplate………. I cannot stand still so I fall down upon my face I laugh at myself for the comedy and then I cry for the disgrace, Should I curse, or should I say grace? Maybe, into my life I should stop and investigate. I get back on my feet and I now begin to ruminate Now I think of my current condition, and about my current fate; I now remember, it is October………. October is the month of Halloween and my separation The month I harvested my pumpkins and had no vacation, Do I need some serious deliberation? Maybe, I concluded that I should just stay sober. Randy L. McClave