The Caricature

He slowly hobbled down the aisle of the store;
a walking stick lending support;
and when it seemed he could go no more,
he responded with a timely retort.

For all those around him, knew him well;
were surprised that he just kept on going;
how long he could go, they just couldn’t tell,
but his pain and exhaustion was showing.

They didn’t understand what was driving him so;
couldn’t he tell it was his time to retire?
Let the young take over, it’s his time to go;
his work time was overdue to expire.

But he was in the midst of life’s journey;
and he couldn’t afford to not work.
they’d have to carry him out on a gurney;
his destiny he was unable to shirk.

Life’s challenges; he was unable to evade;
and problems; he’d dealt with his share;
they had come by in a virtual parade;
certainly, he should no longer care.

But, he would persist; could never give up;
and he couldn’t afford an attorney;
Yet, he couldn’t admit, he’d had enough;
till he reached the end of life’s journey.

In every life there’s a destiny to face;
planted there at life’s very inception;
ultimately achieved; with God’s grace;
though that purpose oft defies our detection.

All purpose is achieved if we simply persist;
and, on our journey, we simply contend;
our path is well marked; and we must exist,
till we reach our destiny’s end.

Monty 3/25/20