Journey called Life
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I travel on this journey called life,
A journey I started alone.
I began with nothing in my hand,
And I’m sure in the end nothing I’ll hold.
Each day holds something special,
The best gift I’ve is today.
I wonder what is in store for me today,
Will I achieve something great in life?
What is it that’ll make my life special?
Will I be able to handle it all alone?
Will I be strong to face the challenges today will hold?
Can I face it all with no one to hold my hand?
Like the grains of sand falling through my hand,
Time flies and I wonder what I’ve done today!
Though a lot of things around, nothing I hold.
For I’m not sure where it is going to lead me in life.
Sometimes I wish I wasn’t alone,
Wish there was a someone special.
Everything seems ordinary, nothing special,
As routine walks through pulling along my hand.
I feel maybe I was better off alone!
Did I make every moment count today?
Or did I just waste the precious moments of life?
Will routine through this journey, my hand hold?
There are things I’ve to let go and not hold,
I’ve to make my life count, make it special.
Today may be the last day of my life,
I don’t have all the time in my hand.
It is I who has to make the best of today,
For I walk alone.
But when I look around, I realize I’m not always alone,
There are memories that I can make and hopes and dream I can hold!
I may fall, crawl, run or fly today,
But in my own way I’ll make it special.
The keys of my fate may not be in my hand,
But I’ll be the best I can for it is my life.
Though my life’s difficult, I’ll find strength to face it alone,
A helping hand I’ll offer, perhaps there’ll be one which I can hold.
I’ll make this journey special, beginning today!
This poem is a Sestina. A sestina is a form of poetry that uses a method of repeating words at
the end of each line. It has 6 stanzas of 6 lines each, with an envoy
(or tercet) of three lines to conclude the poem.
A
poem consisting of six six-line stanzas and a three-line envoy. The end
words of the first stanza are repeated in varied order as end words in
the other stanzas and also recur in the envoy.
Awesome poetry!
Thank you 🙂
I travel on this journey called life,
A journey I started alone.
I began with nothing in my hand,
And I'm sure in the end nothing I'll hold.
🙂 Very simply put, but a true fact. We can live in today, even make the routine special if need be. Leave memories that everyone will remember once we leave with nothing in our hand.
Life is made up of such simple facts, isn't it?
Memories are what we make.Very true.Very poignant
I hope you liked it!
"I wonder what's in store for me today"
One of the most frequent thoughts that run in my mind!!
Never knew about sestina, wasn't it challenging to write one?
"I wonder what's in store for me today"
One of the most frequent thoughts that run in my mind!!
Never knew about sestina, wasn't it challenging to write one?
Life is, in a very profound sense, a solitary journey. We are all alone the most of the time. We are alone with our own problems. We are all souls picking our way through a complicated, deceptive, treacherous world. A world of lie and deceit, injustice and cruelty. Even those closest to us are foreigners. No man really understands us and few care. Only God knows, understands, and can help us. We each have our own unique set of abilities and inabilities, strengths and weaknesses, our own set of life circumstances. Each of us has been dealt a hand of cards. We must each play the hand we have been dealt. We must each look to our own needs, our own good. We can trust no one else to seek our own good. We all make our own choices, choose our own paths. We react, we respond, we act, we do. We make our judgments, we decide, we choose. We develop attitudes, outlooks, values, habits and kinds of conduct that will come to characterize our lives. We choose our friends, we choose our ways. And, in turn, life gives us back the consequences of those choices that we have made, those ways we have chosen.
That is so true Roms! Thanks!