Making My Way Through Life Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Making My Way Through Life

I walked the sometimes crooked pathways of life.
It was a difficult trudge ahead.
These pathways kept getting near
And then spreading all afar.

I ran through a field of flowers.
Then I stood in the hefty wood.
Breathing God's breath made me alive.
Standing there felt so good.

The time I got so tired of life.
It became almost empty and rife.
The rain and sleet persisted.
The bad weather insisted.

Now everyday I enjoy enlightenment.
Running, walking, jumping in life.
Oh what a delight all this is.
Life is a joy.