Journey

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Journey

 

Here we sit,
waiting for time
always in line.
There is no end,
only the journey.

Where we stand,
we’re never sure,
so insecure.
And in the end,
only the journey.

There we go;
working, trying,
hoping, sighing.
But in the end,
only the journey.

How we walk;
all four, two, three,
and some on knee.
Yet in the end,
only the journey.

Who we meet
alters the way
we see each day.
But in the end,
only the journey.

When we run;
looking to race,
striving for place.
Still, in the end,
only the journey.

What we see
in our mind’s eye
soon makes us cry.
So in the end,
only the journey.

 

 

by Kevin Lawrence

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/journey/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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