Life is a most arduous journey;
with barriers along the way;
you almost need an attorney;
in order to negotiate each day.
Why does it all seem so trying;
does life’s stress have appeal?
Must we spend much time crying;
for this life to appear to be real.
Why is life’s mountain hard to climb;
why is it a mountain at all?
Why can’t it be a little more benign;
why must we have risk of a fall?
Life is not a summer vacation;
spoiled by a semblance of rain;
nor is it meant as time for elation;
from seriousness; to abstain.
This life is meant as a challenge;
with bee stings along its way;
why eagles are born with talons;
and night is to follow the day.
It’s why all birds take a risk;
each time they attempt to fly;
for Perfection must insist:
laziness is destined to die.
For it is only by facing the mountain;
that we honor His resurrection;
for all life comes from a fountain;
and it always flows toward perfection.