THE SOJOURN

On a stroll along the endless shore By the tumbling tides that roar With the golden sun sparkling at day And silver moon shining over the bay Enduring the scorching pebbles and sand Warping to the freezing nights I stand To lumber along with aplomb and conceit Of the glowing trail of my marching feet That vanquish one's every tint of doubt with a reply of a strong clout But no sign of destiny all around at sight And my waning mettle and might I pause a while to turn and retrospect At my staggered glowing trail prospect Only to find them dozed and fazed By the marauding tides that brazed Laughing to myself at my futile dogma I resume along to unravel the enigma Until my feet no longer stride and sprint To allude the world with a little hint Lo!Here rests the one in peace with open arms and empty sleeves Who conquered none he believes But left a trail for the world to see To cherish and resume his legacy accepts all with no ruffle and rife In his little sojourn called life