Trail

 The trail winds in front of me,

It never seems to end at all.

Somedays I pass effortlessly;

other days it’s so very slow,

I am almost standing still.

it sometimes is newly paved,

perfection to move along,

Yet at other times it’s rough.

Bumps try to halt me,

Dirt obscures my vision.

These roads are hard to bare,

Yet I keep going on.

I struggle but I continue,

I halt only to catch my breath.

Time is so fleeting,

I must use it wisely.

by Sam Luxton