Life’s Path- a poem

Our path is there even when washed away.

I look up at the sky

And often wonder why,

So many things are hard to understand.

For early in my days,

We had much simpler ways,

And now my feet are shifting in the sand.

AS if the tide comes in,

To where my feet have been,

And now I cannot find my path at all.

I stumble and move on,

Though traces are now gone,

I do my best to stand and not to fall.

JUST then I stop to see,

The sunlight surround me

And somehow I regain my second wind.

And with the newfound strength,

I walk along the length

Of life, prepared for what the day may send.

Retm