Of my way and your way…

There are many paths to where you want to go,

I’m on my way there too, so that you know…

I walk the thorny bushes, you chose the flowery avenue

Only cacti on my path, yours is filled with morning dew…

I can’t stop, to catch my breath, for I may stray,

Oh what a beautiful path you tread…so easy to get carried away…

But there isn’t a complaint on my lips, for I know the end is sweet

So I tread on, and on, hoping that one day when we meet…

that you can see my path is tough, but the cause righteous so

And on this journey, your spirit can only grow,

for when faced with adversity, one summons his best

tears through sorrow, tears through pain, and moves ahead of the rest…

So the flowers are nice, but the thorns are a cut above,

Look beyond the bristles, there is caring and love…

of a lesson waiting to be learnt, and the fruits of struggle

flowers reward once, but thorns reward double.

So come my way, and do stop by,

walk a little with me, I do not lie

You will feel the pain, but only a while

for at the end, is joy, and a smile

of a life lived right, and deeds done well

for there is no heaven, there is no hell…

only moments of choice, and two ways to go

I’ve chosen my way, which way will you bow?