The Way The Life Goes... Poem by WIN VENTURA

Life begins without a sound,
No welcome light, no solid ground.
Thrown in deep before we know,
We learn to stay, we learn to grow.

Some walk smooth, some crawl through flame,
Not every path is built the same.
Time gives nothing, takes its dues,
And leaves us lost without a clue.

We laugh, we break, we rise again,
We carry joy, we carry pain.
What stays today, tomorrow flies,
What once was truth becomes disguise.

The ones we love, they come, they go,
Like seasons dressed in joy or woe.
Some lessons land with gentle grace,
While others slap us in the face.

We fight for peace, we beg for light,
We speak in day, we cry at night.
And still this life, in highs and lows,
Moves on the way it always goes.

No rule to win, no map to keep,
Just dreams to chase and wounds that sleep.
No perfect end, no grand repose —
Just walk the path
the way life goes.


✍🏽By: - WIN VENTURA