A lifetime is a journey
So often measured in years
An ecstasy, misery, tourney
So often bereft with tears
The passage is also a struggle!
Why are we bludgeoned so?
Like medieval combat with cudgel
We are dealt blow after blow!
Our lifespan is a challenge
An unyielding trial to be won
To eventually cross the finish line
A perpetual race to be run
There seems to be a thought here
That I can’t seem to grasp
The joyful elation of living
Is withered by our suffering gasp
Might that I were a bird
Aloft high upon outstretched wings
High above my tiresome troubles
Setting free my heart to sing!