A life lived
From first breath and footfall, to the last road to walk,
My life I\'ve lived as if each day my last to fall.
Always astounded I am of the power of love,
From a view of vastness of space and time,
To a small hand placed gently in mine.
Oh these lands overflowing with heroes every day,
A single struggling mother, an orphan, but two I say.
Days so long clock hands redundant,
So short but a second to reach nightfall .
Remembering such times of overwhelming joy,
And also times of complete despair.
Meeting people that changed my very outlook,
And those my thoughts of them acquired.
But yet there still some wonders to discover,
As I journey along this sometime broken road.
Peace and Want walk hand in hand,
Innocence the first breath used, anger the last.
Days of beauty that light a midnight sky,
Broken trees litter the path, will not prevent your tread.
Though peaks be high, to summits you must prevail.
A Hope of easier paths, non the less this road I travel.