Path Of Life Poem by John Sensele

The path of life zigzags in unpredictable ways
Meandering left and right
Swinging up and down like a yoyo, scattering like water sprays
But it's God's design which you can't fight.

The path of life seldom cruises in a straight line like a glass of vintage wine
To cosset our wishes and to crack dishes
Which as we recline we fail to define and forever decline
To clean but it's God who gave us clashes, wishes, sashes, flashes and blushes.

The path of life stings and springs surprises pleasant and unpleasant
With a sting in the tail which we sometimes fail
To handle in a bundle whether we're an urbanite or a peasant
But it's God's plan for our clans to sail away on bail after a term in jail.

The path of life brings us a plethora of joy and a pinch of sorrow
Whether we cry, die, fly, lie, fry, tie or supply
Companionship, worship, friendship or concoct deceit today or tomorrow
But it's God's plan that our fears die and our tears sooner or later dry.