path in life poems

I stood with Robert
In the woods
In the stillness and the chill
Of the time stopped
To reflect
On my destination
Where I would go
What I would see
And how deep
The snows ahead
Were for me
Still a mystery
But there was
A clarity in the air
The time to pause
So needed
But I could not stay
Even with the cold logic
Mine was to forge ahead
There was only
So much time left
And I had to be
Where I was suppose to be
Like the horse
And the sleigh
My life has a mission
With a slush-covered path
That leads me finally
To my home

With heavy eyelids in full dawn,
We trod paths together,
Like a mother hen
With its only surviving chick.

Through anguish and dismay,
Thorns and thistles,
Together we journeyed,
Like a man with his shadow.

Now, if you go across
This plodder wall ahead,
Where light lies ephemeral,
Keep me not in your empty memories,
for we will certainly take our separate paths.