Down the Walkway of Life

I know I am sad these days. As sadness cling still to my heart, I cannot but try to accommodate a request from my colleagues to write something for our secretary Doris and her coming wedding with Martin. While I cannot lie that I am sad, and any wishes and congratulation are but a fake front. Hence, I decided to write a poem for them to ponder upon.

Please, as you walk down the walkway to the Church, ponder upon since you as a baby, what are the concerns then - that of your baby cry and the motherly loving care. Therefore it is important as both of you unite as one couple, ponder again that to mate is to share the joy and sorrow together and with the love, overcome all obstacles. Also, as your children are grown up, again ponder. You are supposed to help them grow and to build a harmony family.



Down the Walkway of Life

In the morning of life, when the world is birth Mother,
Its journey begin with simple milk, and the affection is cry and care,
We can love, of one's smile, of one's laughter, in the gay sunny prime.

In the noon of life, when the world is mated spouse,
Its excursion joins to a common expedition, and the devotion is joy and sorrow,
We can love, of mate's companionship, of mate's love, in the bright sunny peak.

In the set of life, when the world is offspring family,
Its voyage sails in a collateral boat, and the zealous goal is growth and harmony,
We can love, of kindred's progress, of kindred's walkway of life, in the aurora sunny set.

Lodoss
4th June 2008