'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? |