Life is like
a new highway,
We travel when
we're born...
With age it
looks like a road map,
Much used and
somewhat worn.
Each day we add
a few more miles,
Where destined
that we go...
Some days go by
so very fast,
While others go quite
slow.
New things that
we encounter,
Are bumps
inside our lane...
But we are not
alone it seems,
For others feel
the same.
How did we
drive? Was it too fast?
How did we climb
each hill?
With courage and
much fortitude,
The power of our
will.
As we near
what is meant to be,
Our final
destination...
Life seems to
speed much faster then,
No sign of
hesitation.
And at trail's
end we see once more,
Our friends and
memories...
For final breath
brings peaceful sleep,
Is only meant to
please.
©10/31/09 Loree (Mason)
O'Neil
Midi playing is: A Rose Must
Die
