Author Richard Rutt The men of old never saw me, I never saw the men of old.Though I never saw the men of old, the paths they trod still stretch ahead.If the paths they trod still stretch ahead, should I not tread them too? Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments