'Tis a little journey This we walk; Hardly time for murmurs -- Time for talk. Yet we learn to quarrel And to hate; Afterward regret it When too late. Now and then 'tis sunshine -- Sometimes dark; Sometimes care and sorrow Leave their mark. Yet we walk the pathway Side by side; Where so many others Lived and died. We can see the moral, Understand; Yet we walk not always Hand in hand. Why must there be hatred? Greed and strife? Do we need such shadows Here in life? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GREEN MOUNTAIN IDYL by HAYDEN CARRUTH SPRING WIND IN LONDON by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE CANDLE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD CELSUS AT HADRIAN'S VILLA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: COONEY POTTER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |