Life's Rail Poem by Anthony Marsden

As I take my first breath and smell the morning dew.
I breathe a sigh of relief and give a little phew.
I am happy to be alive, for one more day at least.
The sun sets in West but rises in the East.

I lift my head and hold it high.
I dream myself of learning to fly.
Soaring high above the rest.
Thinking life is one big test.

Should I be weak and begin to fail
I shall claspe on to life's rail
Pulling myself up, again and again
To lose my handing by the slippery rain.

Sliding down and climbing up
I always seem to be in this state of flux
Until someone gives me their hand and shows my the way
I'm doomed to live like this, forever and a day.