Life’s journey is a
Tread of our legs…
The leading leg doesn’t
Ride on its name
Leg, that follows, doesn’t
Hide in shame…
In the walking paths,
Legs exchange places..
The leading leg lags and,
The one behind races…
In our paths of time
Who’s leading, who’s lagging?!
When we’re gobbled by time,
Is there sense, in bragging!
The tread of legs
Show us the ways..
The smart ones seize the
Path that time lays…!
