A Walk through Time

A walk through time…


I talk of a time when time was galore
Adrenalin in the veins and gusto in the fore
The days meted out myriad of designs
Mines of gold and promises so divine!

I set out with my knapsack,
A kick in my step,
Ready for the alleged ordeal,
Which supposedly lay ahead…


Armed with a bag full of tricks,
A pot and a pillow too,
The tools to keep me going,
My battle gear and war crew!

Yet it swept me by surprise,
The fuming bull that charged,
Vengeance flaming in its nostrils
Into my niche it barged!

Panic! I took out trick after trick,
My bag felt lightened,
My soaring spirit plummeted
And anxieties all heightened…

Where was my pot of patience?
Not this empty vessel for sure!
Where was the feather of happiness?
That lay in my pillow’s core?

No sleep as sweet,
No day as delightful,
A back bent with duties
A soul so wistful...

Was this my existence?
Was this my luck?
Was this the dreaded bull called LIFE?
On whose mantle all failures tuck?

But I shout to the raging bull,
“You can’t hold me back!
I learn from the wind and the waters,
Try throwing me off my track!”

“I shall still forge ahead,
Through sunshine, rain and hail,
No matter what your trick dear life,
My endeavor shall never fail!”

So saying I walked on,
My fraying nerves now lot calm,
For my heart and mind are gaining strength,
My firm resolve their soothing balm.

The astounded bull dropped its jaw,
Bent its head and I heard it caw,
For the man who rose above his fears,
Can conquer the highest…and anything near!


Word count: 286