Life’s sweet heaven of pleasures
Merges with its hell of woes,
Analogous to dense traffic
In a city with no repose,
With many a lane of joy and pain,
The traveler rightly knows,
Where impediments are so many,
And progress fast or slow,
With many a curve and winding way,
The high ground and the low,
And with many a sign and signal
Helping life’s traffic flow.
Now and then, along the way,
We tend to lose our bearing;
Many a time, heed not the signs
When we may be uncaring,
Or rushing most unwittingly
To demonstrate our daring.
As we must steer our movements
Through life’s traffic on and on,
Among the signs and signals old,
Appear those newly born,
But values true, not compromised,
Indeed, shall not be gone.