'Tis a Little Journey

'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
  When 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 died.

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?

--Author Unknown