Monday, September 26, 2005

The weary traveller

The weary traveller
Walking in this journey of life
At times find moments of solace
At times moments of turmoil

As if ups and downs are merely part of life
Even with a compass
How does one navigate with certainty
That the path ahead would be the way to go?

Perhaps unexpected paths
May lend greater adventures and insights
To make one wise
Afterall who knows what is life
What the masterplan would be
Until one truly experiences and lives it

1 comment:

Simple American said...

I feel this poem today. I am so tired. I need a weekend, but I have to wrok tomorrow. Really going to get busy now.

Got to live it thats what I will do.