At first glance, it seemed easy,
I, the traveler on a weary road to perhaps fame,
I tamed my mind to think in ways one would want to
impress,
But like a toddler taking baby steps,
I fall, struggling to get back on my feet.
The route I took seemed all too ready to steady that
feet,
Through stumbling tears, I made my smiles just as
effortless,
I cried first, then I laughed,
Isn’t laughter sometimes created from tears?
The road was long, the road was windy,
The road took me to eternity,
I wondered at some point if I would reach eternity,
yes, eternity,
But stop I did not, I traveled through time, I
traveled through eternity.
There were days when I thought “not a second to waste,”
Until one day I realized that it took time to reach
eternity,
It was the long road I had chosen,
Through much travail, none of which man can know or
hear of.
I trudged with time on the long road to eternity once,
Right now, I face, I stare ahead,
I have not seen the end,
No, there is no end,
I have only been on the trail to the “beginning.”
The End.
This poem was published on the Poetry Festival website on 25/02/2020
