Trails Of Life Poem by Peter S. Quinn

So many hours have gone
Into the moments lost
Each their way's drawn
To time's brightness glossed
Through days and years
That we became to know
With each one their piers
Of expectations and glow

Follow your gut feeling
To find new-fangled road
With corners out and ceiling
To catch your weary load
Never become too stuck
To what you need to be
Struggle on with lady luck
To make you worth to see

With sunshine and its rain
Everything comes and goes
The struggle settles pain
To directions the wind blows
Nothing is ever too hard
To become or keep effective
Each trail of life scarred
Of personal hope subjective