I travel with gusto,
To places, philosophies and phases,
Inward bound, outward bound,
I sniff and savor Life like a hound.
In some phases
I travail despite the odds,
In some cases I mourn
The opportunities I let pass.
Life indeed is a Teacher,
Love- lost or gain,
is the lesson
Often belatedly,
Bitterly true.
Life is a journey,
Travel and travails go hand in hand,
When the time comes,
And I will be so weary,
Death is another journey
I will gladly welcome.
~Estelle~
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Life on the Road
