There Once Was A Woman From Mass (A rhyming poem about one life)

There once was a woman from Mass

Who thought she might get off her ass

She hoped to explore, meet friends and much more

Head out with a tank full of gas

At first it was fun, the whole world so new

Unbelievably sweet each new day

Nature and friends, and words that would blend

Remembering what it was like just to play

But joy was short-lived, as it so often is

Not everyone liked this new way

Some folks will fight change, it’s outside their range

Seeing nothing but clouds every day

But forge on she did, determined to live

A journey begun must go on

A spirit of hope, and a heart full of love

How could anything about this be wrong?

But who would have thought

Such a mess she could make, simply by wanting to live

You can’t walk through life in sweet freedom

And there’s always so much to forgive

  

Some try to keep their love in a box

Just knowing it’s there, they feel safe

Still others must strive to define it

Rejecting it, if it’s in the wrong shape

Some will get close enough to feel it’s sweet warmth

Then run, before becoming consumed

Choices, decisions, we make our own way

Dreams can be realized or they can be ruined

Many with smiles, a sweet word, or a hug

Encouragement as she goes on her way

Others with judgments, words that stab to the heart

Still, every dawn brings a new day

The woman, she knows now, her walk is alone

For each must find their own road

Each soul she encounters, a wondrous gift

Inexorably marking her own

Exploring, living and lending a hand

Honoring all that’s been learned

Sweet distance ensures no harm to be caused

In her memory the lessons are burned

    

Still unsure of a final destination

But knowing her direction is true

The woman walks on, with hope in her heart

And wishes only love to all of you