Along the Way
The things I saw along the way
Were all that made the day a day.
I started out with mighty dreams
I set about my hopes and schemes
And yet a rose upon a stem
Had not a thing to do with them.
I saw some youngsters playing ball.
That wasn't part of it at all.
I even heard a bobolink
Or some such bird as that, I think.
Although my schemes said not a thing
About the way a bird can sing.
And I suspect, in fact I know
With life itself I'll find it so,
That when it ends what I'll recall
Is flowers and friends Not schemes at all.
I'll find the things that made life's day
Were little things along the way.