From Start To Finish (Poetry)

No one ever said
it was going to
be an easy ride
I can’t remember
any promises

I would have a life
untouched by sorrow
but I don’t believe
they once mentioned the
possibility

how my chosen road
might turn out to be
uphill all the way
little choice but press
on with some hope of

better things to come
yet still that hill climbs
steep and I have grown
so weary of the
struggle to survive

Others pass me — flash
by in their success
tipped to win while I
quit the race to find
seclusion and rest