LIFE IS A JOURNEY

It is, but a journey

To unknown.

Sometimes together with,

And next to alone;

Here is a hope, and

There is despair, to another door.

Whether to reach, or to

Losing in nowhere;

Shall we meet, the good or

Bad, in such a long run?

Whether be the great, or

Mere be the fun;

Or we be lost, as

A child, in the fair.

Turmoil is the world

But peace is where?

Heed to store and store,

The wealth is so dear;

No cares the none,

As the good are rare.

A streak in the dark,

Is better than daylight;

As the dawn after the night,

Is healthier than the twilight.

It passes, through the

Shrubs, rocks and plain,

And enters in the meadow,

With a short while gain.

And again at once disappears,

But who knows where;

Alas! clear light is yet ,

To be lighted there.

As it begins with innocence,

And develops in illusions;

Oft ends in defeat to,

Some dark, and wide regions.

Love is, the first praise

To young but hate to the end;

Before the domineering that,

All is nothing but to bend.

Have I seen more, and

A lot yet to be seen;

Whether the flower be fade,

Or it be the green;

Others smile by one’s task,

Is one’s success sure?

Whatever comes the World

We shall have to endure.