In the grip of dawn’s reluctant light, Where shadows cling to dreams once bright, Life waltzes on with weighty grace, A stubborn dance we all embrace.
The youth is fresh, a tender bloom, But time will draft its somber tune, And though we leap with heart aflame, The fire dims, yet not the same.
The road unrolls in twists and bends, A canvas where the sorrow blends, With fleeting joys and bitter tears, Each mile more fraught with latent fears.
The years march on, a tireless foe, With every step, a deeper woe, For wisdom’s price is paid in sweat, A heavy cost, with no regret.
In laughter’s wake, in silent cries, In battles lost, in victory’s guise, Life’s tapestry is thick and frayed, Yet in its seams, our hopes are laid.
Though we grow old, the weight’s the same, The burden’s form may shift its name, Yet strength is found in bruised resolve, A heart that aches but won’t dissolve.
For in the struggle, we are spun, The silver threads of what’s begun, And though the climb may never cease, It molds the soul and grants it peace.
So face the storm, embrace the strife, With worn-out hands, and tempest life, For though it breaks, it makes us whole, This ceaseless quest of heart and soul.
Written By Scott Randy Gerber, Whispers Of The Soul © All Rights Reserved