Life Goes On

Life Goes On short poem

We are all wayfaring travelers,
Trudging down our separate roads,
Hoping, wishing praying,
Someone will come and share our load.
There are sunburns on our shoulders,
And blisters on our feet,
We brave the wildest blizzards,
And the scorching summer heat.
Sometimes we find somebody,
Who is going our way too,
And while they walk beside us,
The sky seems a bit more blue.
But all roads twist and turn,
And when they reach the intersection,
It’s likely that life will take them,
In the opposite direction.
But don’t give up on hoping,
When your road is a dead end,
It’s likely that you’ll find,
It’s only really just a bend.
And though others’ roads are different,
It doesn’t mean that yours is wrong,
So pick yourself up back again,
And just keep trudging on.

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