I Am A Traveller On The Road Of Life Poem by Sheena Blackhall
I Am A Traveller On The Road Of Life
I am a traveller on the road of life
Thinking of one who overtook us all
And raced ahead to cross the finish line
His prize, a wooden box, a funeral pall
Nobody stops the race though you cry ‘Foul'
No-one resets the clock back to the start
We're born, we race, we die, the sum of this
Inconsequential as a mouse's fart
Yet, monumental is the pain we feel when
When death divides us, tears our lives apart
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5/7/2024 12:51:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
An insightful poem, dear Ma'am Sheena....10+++++