Life’s not a long straight line
But of big mountains and deep rivers.
See a glimpse of the darkest mine
Or icy tops to give you shivers.
Sometimes you fall on dirt
And sink beneath shallow mud.
In times you fly, your wings exert,
Scenes above excite your blood.
Caress of pain in daily work
Reminds you of much needs.
As roads to take converge or fork
You scatter words as seeds.
© 2017 Delver J