About Striving Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

in this life we're oft found striving
climbing toward wishes, goals
running hither and then thither
urging, surging in our roles

Busy is our uphill journey
spinning, trimming, winning some
stumbling in a skirmish scuffle
then to vanquish, overcome

As one goal has been accomplished
we move on to newer sights
climbing ever grander mountains
of desire's fabled heights

Then one day the road grows dimmer
footsteps weaken, canes appear
hair turns silver, voice a cracking
others pass us as do years

Finally we are too weary
needing help to get around
seldom straying from our doorstep
staying close to hearth and ground

no more crawling high and higher
no more driving toward goals
just some chattering and napping
wondering whose bell now tolls.