My Traveled Approach

I trek the corridor of an easy path Not because I am lazy or leery. Just because I want no lingering wrath, I searched for meaning of life’s query. Death has its end or a new beginning. Life has so much joy for you to give. Each New Year is another inning. To be played with the spirit to live. We spend so much time wondering. What will be received at our end? That time we end up blundering. That so much more we could send. I have settled that what I have learned. Will be carried onward in some way, Probably better than what I have yearned. That each life of past, will continue an array. I cannot with any doubt, feel there is a beyond. The road less traveled is not easy or hard you see. Just spreads out in different lanes that correspond. To everyone’s path they must follow or foresee. These trials I have passed on my thoroughfare. My faults, tribulations, delights, my own making, My spirit and soul has always been duly aware. I regret much, but resist spending my end quaking. Each sin that has passed through me I put to rest. I struggle not to repeat any again, to my best. I still ponder much and still continue my quest. Though I shall not let my living be suppressed. written for Sponsor Catie Lindsey Contest Name The Road Less Traveled