There are many roads to travel
As we journey through this life,
There are many loads to carry
Some are heavy some are light.
And some loads may be enormous
The rest may be quite small,
Many folk contribute little
Some are asked to give their all.
There are many born lucky
And bask in lots of wealth,
But their riches are as nothing
If bereft of strength and health.
While others who are poorer
Might struggle just to live
But they always put their hand up
And are always first to give.
We should be forever thankful
For the good things we have got,
And not be always chasing
That elusive Golden Pot.
This modern life has problems
That was unheard of in the past,
As the world gets ever smaller
And the big changes do not last.
The people must keep updating
The technology they share,
As they struggle ever harder
With neither cash nor time to spare.
And they fight to pay the mortgage
On the new house, boat and car,
The problem gets much bigger
When they try to stock their bar.
There are many loads to carry
As we travel through this life,
And while some are just mere hiccups
Many others cause much strife.
But there is one thing sure and certain
When we are called to end of game,
We will all be judged together
The rich and poor the same.