The Journey....

Draped around in tattered shroud
With scattered ashes all around
He burns away in thankless pyre
His dreams were once a raging fire
Though his means were nothing great
And the thought was a bit too straight
Yet he walked the twisted ways
In scorching sun and rainy days
The arduous woods he took with strain
But no one could see him in pain
With steady strides he walked alone
The path remains, the journey's gone
In winding stream of a turbid flow
He dealt with tides both high and low
From rapid swirls to a waterfall
In modest ways he traversed them all
When night befell on a mountain steep
He climbed away no night to sleep
Only to find at the break of day
His destined home is  far away
With weary steps he tried to tread
Amongst the thorns of valleys dead
He trudged along till one such day
When last of his dreams just dried away
Silently into the night he went
And thus the fire of dreams were spent
The smoke now tells how winds have blown
His footprints say, the journey's gone