Not Our Road

It’s hard to watch a loved one turn right when they should go left

Leading them down a perilous path confused and bereft.

We try to redirect them with all our love and force

Hoping it will be enough to change their downward course.

It’s tough when they won’t listen to what we have to say,

Like “Stop. Please turn around now. You’re going the wrong way.”

We can’t control another no matter how we try

The only ones we’re responsible for are “me, myself, and I.”

It’s not our road. They’re not our shoes. They’re not our turns to pick and choose.

It’s not our road. They’re not our shoes. It’s not our way to find or lose.

There has to come a point when we finally come to know

We can lead a horse to water but in the end we must let go.

Letting go doesn’t mean we stop caring, in that we’ll never cease.

Letting go unburdens our souls so we can care from a place of peace.

There has to come a time when we set our spirits free

From that false sense of control and trust the "Powers that Be."

We can’t control another no matter how we try.

The only ones we’re responsible for are “me, myself, and I.”

It’s not our road. They’re not our shoes. They’re not our turns to pick and choose.

It’s not our road. They’re not our shoes. It’s not our way to find or lose.

- Lisa Murphy Taylor © 2003

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