The Journey.

We all have a story
Some not worth the tell
From gutter through to glory
Maybe a tale of ner' do well
Misspent youth
Or graduate
The tapestry we weave
It matters not the life you live
But the footprint which you leave.

Colour rich and vibrant
Or darkened greying years
The happiness
The laughter
Bitter salt of tears
Mistakes we may make many
All a lesson learned
Foolish wishes 10 a penny
Still desires burned.

So what of uphill struggle?
Care not the tired heart
We will smile when we recall
From our end back to the start
As we begin our second journey
Cradle to grave
Sweet soul depart.