We do not know

What the future holds

Will it bring “sunshine

Rain hail or snow”

Life is like

Shake & bake

Or icing on the cake

Depending on

Ones power of reasoning

One can make it

Or sever it

Life is like a

Never ending road

With hair pins & slipper slopes

Along the way

We do trip & fall

Get up dust off

When the “road

Nears its end”

Wouldn’t one  like to obtain

The “Pot of Gold”?

Farida Bam