Each one of us is diverse
Yet, in ways, we are the same
With goals we choose to rehearse
For the hope of wealth or fame
But, in the end, most often
As our dreams so quickly fade
We find our visions soften
To the purpose we were bade.

We all seek greener meadows
And a warm place in the sun
But looking out the window
When, at last, the day is done
We often see the lifestyle
That we are destined to lead –
Our purpose, after awhile
Seeming much like what we need.

We travel for our free will
And do so by plane or car
A yearning we must fulfill
By enjoying days afar
But when that journey’s over
Our purpose in life shall be
Still waiting midst the clover
That creates our legacy.

© 2006 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection