LIFE

Life may not always be
What I want- contented, carefree;
But it is always mine to live
Free as a bird, busy as a bee.

Sometimes it’s an urban highway
Smooth and fast,
That passes in a blur of movement
Here, nothing lasts.

Suddenly it becomes a country road,
Winding, dusty, full of bumps,
It jolts and slows my wagon down,
But I plod on, come up trumps.

But most precious to me is the forest path,
Peaceful, idyllic, carefree,
That soothes and nurtures my tired soul
Then urges me on towards my destiny.

MS