Like a rope life unwinds
like a ship she embarks
with sail unfurled
no guiding maps or marks
sometimes like a dancer
nimbly flying o’er the floor
sometimes grimly marching
like an army gone to war
she shows us many faces
as she carries us along
joker, terror, mother
and not a face awrong
she is every thing to every one
and different every time
the greatest perfect poem
with people-words to rhyme
always rushing onwards
through every hill and bend
so little time to ponder
before we hit the end