There are many roads to the stars

Some are paved with hoots and mars

When we can rise above all these snags

We learn to become at one with flags

Flying ... as we rush to the finish line

Some of us do this in record time

But for others - it can take decades

For the road is windy and filled with grades

Which wear heavily on the load we carry

As we muster up new strength as we tarry



T'is a pity there are no guides along the way

Who can steer us through the ruts in the haze

All we have as we push ourselves along

Is faith in ourselves and in heart - a song

But as we do proceed through our lives

We shall find there are no real hives

For nests are for bees who busily make honey

While people buzz around trying to make money

What is more important in this busy world

Is not WHERE you go, but HOW you meld ...

 

- Tristram