I have a facebook page for my book of poetry Houses of The Heart, Seasons of The Soul, under poet laurette, that really is my name. I was staring at the page wondering what to put on it and in three minutes wrote this little piece. That's how a poets brain operates. It's not too deep, but for three minutes time I hope it stirs a little bit of thought.
THE JOURNEY
Life is not a bed of Roses, a picnic, a breeze
In a fairytale world to indulge as you please
Heartaches, heart breaks, a barrel of mistakes
Finding your path. in a world dressed in fakes
Through the muck, and the mire, debris and slime
Pressing forward, hanging on, is it worth the climb
Ah you see it was building character all the time
If you seek to unmask the reason and the rhyme
We can take the journey as whiners or winners
But at the end of the path it is saints or sinners
©Laurette