Life Is A Journey Poem by Teacher Kevin

In this life, we are travelers,
and life itself is the journey.
Our living condition
is only the mode of travel.
There are many means of travel:
bicycle, animal porterage,
plane, ferry, train,
cars and motorcycles.
Yet a journey is still a journey—
on foot, by plane, or by car.
When you begin, you never know the end;
starting early does not guarantee arrival.

Some fly and, by fortune, reach the destination.
Many go on foot and, by luck, arrive even earlier.
Remember the Mtongwe ferry,
where travelers met an accident—
those who crossed by canoe
were the ones who arrived safely.

Do not forget the Funyula incident,
when dignitaries were involved in disaster;
those who traveled by car survived,
while those in the plane perished.
Truly, life is a long journey,
and tomorrow is total darkness.
The earth turns like a watch—
after grief, there is a smile.

If you are lucky to fly,
do not look down on those who walk.
Do not hate those on motorbikes or bicycles,
for a journey is a journey.