'Tis a little journey
This we walk;
Hardly time for murmurs---
Time for talk.

Yet we learn to quarrel
And to hate;
Afterward regret it
Whan too late.

Now and then 'tis sunshine--
Sometimes dark;
Sometimes care and sorrow
Leave their mark.

Yet we walk the pathway
Side by side;
Where so many others
Lived and dead.

We can see the moral,
Understand;
Yet we walk not always
Hand in hand.

Why must there be hatred?
Greed and strife?
Do we need such shadows
Here in life?

Finna Moon