Onlookers scoff and balk
Taunts and jeers
Rain down from peers
They cry, Who do you think you are
You're not worthy by far
Another step I take
Still their fist they shake
Who are you they wail
Another step I make without fail
They laugh and point
Again I flex my joint
Words like stones they throw
Yet forward I trod and go
They scream you will lose
Yet this is the path I choose
A destination I do seek
A place for the weary and the meek
Ahead of me I see a door
Finally the place I've been looking for
As I enter its threshold
I find my future to behold
From behind me I hear a gasp
I smile as I see others following my path
As for those who chose to scorn
For your drudgery I do mourn
Is there a journey for you to make
Is there a long, hard path you will take
