My life’s traveling road:
Many weaves and bends
Some days are palliative
some painless
Some, hard sessions learnt.
Carefulness greets my path
Clinging stably my feet
Frequently sojourned down my streets
Saluting citizens I meet.
On my life’s traveling road
Many stumbling blocks
My beats sluggish turned
My head tilted ahead
No turning around.
My time I’ve learned to measure
Not by the panting I leisure
My time I measure
By examples that seize awake
My times bewilderment filled
Mostly surprises wedged
Sometimes a goodbye pleasant,
Others; a welcome poignant
At times filled with mirth,
Others; with weep
The tingling taste of sweet thrills,
Convening with a stroke of fright.
My life’s traveling road
My precious memories,
Of an era, a date and day;
Our heart often touched,
Our breaths absent minded...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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This is a great poem, Raymond about your traveling road. All the twists and turns of life are on our road and so many mysteries to unravel during our journey. Very well done. A '10! ' from me! Best Wishes, Marilyn