The Journey

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!