Life Stories

Stories of the past
              Serve
                            To remind us
Of paths well-worn with
              Footsteps
                             Left behind us
Another year
             Another
                             Setting sun
The hours of toil
             Before
                              The game is won
The trail ascends
              The ridge
                              Appears much higher
Than we can reach
               Weighed down
                             By base desires
The trees crowd in
                 To block
                                Our lofty view
But still we climb
                  Our lives
                                 Are to pursue.



ShadowOcean
2005