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