The journey

Life's a journey that we have to make.
Along the way we make mistakes.
That might cause us to crumble and break.
But it separates the genuine from the fakes.


Lord is watching from heaven above.
You just might find your one true love.
Fate sometimes deals a cruel hand.
The winner marches to his own band.

Life does have a lot of offers.
Bulging pockets to empty coffers.
Some folks do strike it lucky.
Others seem so unlucky.

A winner remains unaffected by this.
He eventually moves on to bliss.

I dreamt this poem up. Isn't that just a bit too weird?