A free verse poem reflecting upon life. |
When, in the journey of life, a man has much more road stretched out behind him than lies ahead, it is good to seek the shade of a tree, to rest his weary bones, and to reflect upon things both great and small. For no more can he stop the sun in its daily trek across the sky to hold back the coming of night, than can he escape the darkness that awaits ahead at journey’s end. Time cannot be frozen, cannot even be slowed, as day after day melts away and evaporates like all before it. A man can only hope to find happiness during his brief stay on this Earth. Happiness blinks off in the distance like a firefly on a summer’s evening. Should happiness be caught, it must not be grasped too tightly, or it will be crushed and die. But, if held too lightly, like the firefly, it shall crawl through the clutching fingers and fly away… Not all men will ever know true love. True love is life’s purest joy. It is that rare elixir that drinking thereof makes the journey worthwhile. True love is an exquisite jewel to be treasured and protected, for it alone is the essence of happiness. Gazing back, a man can see the winds of time already have begun to erase his distant footprints first made in the sands he traversed. When the darkness overtakes him, it will fall to his children to continue his travel through time. In his offspring lies the permanence of immortality and his remembrance. But, what does it matter that this man ever even tread through time? Some say it matters not, (hard-hearted skeptics are they). However, this man believes that each has a meaningful contribution to make, for if he did not so believe, he would not have the heart to travel his road to its timely end… |