What If the Journey Ends Before It's Over

What if the journey ends before it’s over a lessening of purpose with each stride slowing as the burdens slowly shift fading in the distance growing close. When will the trails no longer beckon soft dusty boots remain beside the door old hats hang limply in the shadows inertly beckoning an old man’s gait. What is the treason of this aging this slow erosion of a once proud state perhaps it bids me slowly to acceptance that every season has its resting place. Wisdom, you have been a long sought quarry, a slippery elm impossible to climb as if the troubled trails that I have traveled were more about your quest than mine. Come, rest with me upon a fleeting moment tell me of your journey’s lessons taught and I will in comparison inform you of what I think life is, and what it’s not. John G. Lawless ©1/27/2022