Life

I followed on a pathway,
That lead me on and on.
In weariness I trudged along,
Ere the day was gone.

Sharp-briers caught upon my clothes,
And held me back.
My feet in mud and mire,
Deeply left a track.

Scattered-rocks rose up,
To bring me to the ground.
The road ahead grew worser still,
To places...I was bound.

Tangled-vines ensnared my feet,
My progress was in vain.
The high terrain extended on,
Where worm-wood long had lain.

This day...was like the day before,
With all their trials and strife.
Could I but find more smoother days,
To wrap around my life.

E.P. 1908 - 1989