Walking down an old, worn path

I wonder when I may arrive

Continuing with stern belief 

‘The path will end in just a bit’

There are those also walking this path

They ask me questions

What am I doing?

Where am I going?

I respond with only 

‘To the end of this old and worn path’

We all have our own trail

Though others may be crossing through

Some walk

Some run

There are those who stop often to chat

Walking and walking with no end

Maybe if I run I will get there quick

Running fast down this path

I believe I see the end

It is bright and warm

I start to slow

Wishing I had stopped 

To talk to those on the path as well

Another one walking asked a question

‘How was your walk’

It was nice 

If only this path would go a bit longer

But I only have just a bit further.