Life is a journey,
And he has enjoyed quite some sights and scenes,
Thrilled at first, and confused at last;
Life is a timeless night,
And he has spotted a guide in the dark,
But he himself is blind as a bat.
Life is an iceberg,
And he has seen no more than one tip,
Wondering what is down there underneath;
Life is a garden,
And he has planted several flowers,
Some sweet, some bitter and some in between;
Life is a circle,
And he has cycled but half a round,
Uncertain of running the other in a fever;
Life is a castle,
And he has tried to climb aloft,
Stopping short, lost halfway to the top.
Life is a battle,
And he has fought his best,
Conquering and conquered.
Life is a bottle of wine,
And he has drunk a half,
Left unaware whether to finish the other.
