Which path do I take?

I have been sort of sick most of the week. I've got something else on my list of ails:Vertigo, a balance problem which causes nausea, dizziness and a headache. It has settled and I am armed now with a few more pills lol So this morning quickly a poem for Poets United, with the prompt path

The hidden path

“Which path do I take, Master?”

“What do you want to
find at the end?”

“On wealth and power
I’ve set my mind.”
“Then choose the path
through the concrete jungle
success you will find.”

At the end, he etched
success on every window
of his room.
People looked up to it,
but it was only
a spark in his gloom.

“Master, I want more.
Which path do I take?”

“What do you want
to find in the end?”

“I want to feel free.
I want to give
a part of me.”

“Follow the path of mystery.
Share your riches
along the way.”
He walked this road
every day.

Then one day,
they stole it all.
A dark glow
coated his fall.

A lady found him,
fed him, cradled him
with love and care
in her shanty
and showed him
the path of plenty.

Where you walk beneath
the weeping willow,
and listen to the lost
and the lonely.
Where the river collects tears
and carries them
to distant pastures
to enrich the earth.

On that day,
the rain knocked
on his window.
The sky broke open
and wrapped a bow of colours
around a path
that began at his door.

“Master, why didn’t you
show me that path first?”

“Because you didn’t
ask for it, my friend.”