Life Is a Journey
Life is a journey-that is what our ancestors said,
The first step always filled with a big void,
The path filled with thorns,
With no pause button to rest.
The destination is future,
Unknown to many,
With different paths,
But still is the same journey.
The journey may be shorter,
Or it may be longer
The journey may be bitter,
To some, it might be honey,
Some may start on foot,
Others may go by plane,
Some won’t mind a train,
Other will take the bus,
Many will carry the luggage,
Others won’t mind leaving them behind,
To some may have nothing to carry,
But others will be proud to donate.
The journey may build the confidence,
To others, it might break their courage,
While some may become smarter,
Others will become worst.
Whether you like the journey,
Or you hate the journey,
It will always change who you are,
Because you can’t stop it.
As the journey finally ends,
The rewards will be reclaimed,
Will it be an everlasting peace?
Or will it be an inextinguishable pain?
Copyright © Albert Wandera | Year Posted 2018
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