I have often pondered how it’s done
How life progresses aft battles won
Or how one knows when it is enough
As the road runs easy, smooth or rough ?
Who makes a choice either high or low
When the winds of life begin to blow
And how is it one comprehends
If the paths we follow know no ends ?
Is there a voice that but few may hear
To whisper softly into each ear
Take care my child as the way is steep
And the hole we dig may be too deep ?