Only Grass and My Harmonica

I am embarking on a journey. 
It requires my wit. 
It scares me to quit.
A process of learning. 

Big person I shall be,
in the face of change. 
Only forward remains.
Slow and steady like tea. 

Changing self to help others. 
Or at least the attempt. 
Won’t let my spirit go limp. 
Not me, nor my brother’s . 

The meaning of life, only One shall know. 
I continue to strive and let my cup overflow.