Classic Poem

'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?

'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?