Life's span, a measured journey
shadows reflecting joy and pain.
A forecast of toil and pleasure
you'll never walk this way again.
Yesterdays become a relic past
today becomes the way ordained.
With zest pursuing sights unseen
life's way for all not explained.
Life's way an experience to behold
a myriad barriers have their say.
If nothing ventured, nothing gained
great adventures along your way.
This an excursion pressed on us all
to be travelled no rules required.
When you finally reach your goal
you'll know your time has expired.
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