My Journey- a poem

LIFE, be gentle now with me,

As I’ve been knocked around, you see.

A time or two I hit the floor

And started crawling for the door.

OH, not all my life was hard.

In glancing back, I do regard

That life showed pleasant years, indeed

I smile at memories that I see.

AND now I write, yet more to come.

I turn around, see where I’m from,

Then forge ahead to where I go.

What’s there for me is yet to know.

Retm