Category: Poetry

Rearview Mirror

How often do we struggle on this journey we call “Life”

Disappointment, shattered dreams, and other forms of strife.

We see the path that others take and wonder “Why not me?”

For through our eyes, the best that was is often hard to see.

We focus not on the now but excelling in the race

Always trying to do more, regardless of the pace.

We strive to reach the future, where dreams we’ll finally hold,

From where we can recall the times of weakness and of bold.

But we’re not human doers, Human Beings are what we are

And if we take the time to think of memories from afar,

We might just find the roads we’ve seen, are the ones we’re searching for.