Road of life

Riding down the road.
My life begins to unfold.

Advents of the past,
Memories are all that last.

Dreams of what’s to come,
Visions of what must be done.

A past of pleasure and pain,
As nature's sunshine and rain.

A future or uncertainty and wonder,
As natures wind and thunder.

A present of searching high and low,
As natures hail and snow.

At the end of the road I see the light,
I know someday life will be a beautiful sight.

Sue K
July 24 1995