Life is a long walk, The path meanders, The path undulates. Life is a sequence of doors, They open of their own accord, Until the final closure. Life is a book, Ancient and voluminous, No one has read to its end. Life is a hill, Our purpose makes us climb, Our ambition pushes us further. Life is a battlefield, We don’t fight with guns and knives, Our weapons are our will and determination. Life is a mystery, Some things can’t be comprehended, The deeper we search the more intricate it becomes. Life is a race, We run at different speeds, Some fall out in the race. Life is a train, We embark and disembark, At our various stations. Life is a tussle, The evil against the good, The unseen against the seen. Life is a timeline, It can’t be trapped, It flows like a stream. Poem of the Day on Poetry Soup