We take a path in life

Neither straight nor flat

Life you see is not

So simple as all that


A snake of turns and twists

Going uphill and down

Sometimes it is bedrock

Sometimes shaky ground


There are places we can run

And times we must crawl

There are days full of sun

And those when rains fall


There will be choices made

That guide our next turn

And in every step we take

Valued lessons are learned


This is not a race

Distance is not the test

The only thing that counts

Is we walked our very best


12 Responses to “Walkabout”
  1. beth says:

    Yes, we’ll said. Onward.

  2. Francisco Bravo Cabrera says:

    This is not a race…very well said my friend and a beautiful poem!

  3. Jim Borden says:

    wonderful, inspiring words, Brad!

    and if we fall, we need to get up again…

  4. jonicaggiano says:

    This is beautifully put my friend. It brings to mind when I use to hike when living close to so many wonderful places to hike not too far away. Everyone was always so eager to get to the top. Finally I realized that I would make my own pace as I was enjoying all the lush beauty on both sides of the thin trail. Your piece is a lovely reminder of how that is so true of our lives as well. Sending love and hugs to you always, Jonikens

  5. petespringerauthor says:

    The greatest reality show is life. Everyone has their own story.

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