'Tis a little journey This we walk; Hardly time for murmurs -- Time for talk. Yet we learn to quarrel And to hate; Afterward regret it When too late. Now and then 'tis sunshine -- Sometimes dark; Sometimes care and sorrow Leave their mark. Yet we walk the pathway Side by side; Where so many others Lived and died. We can see the moral, Understand; Yet we walk not always Hand in hand. Why must there be hatred? Greed and strife? Do we need such shadows Here in life? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IMPRESSIONS: LES SILHOUETTES by OSCAR WILDE THE BIRDS: THE BIRDS' LIFE by ARISTOPHANES IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: HOW SHALL I BUILD by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT PRELUDE TO THE NANTAHALAS by BARBARA BOWEN DAMON AND SYLVIA by ROBERT BURNS |