#WritcoPoemPrompt8
Every soul that passes the gate,
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along on tired feet,
Almost there, refusing to be beat

The heart is cold
the place is old
flowers and trees dead and sold

Trying to live all the time
trying to walk, survive and thrive
trying to find a love,a home
trying to go where I belong.

Living for years
working hard
loving the world
hating the dark

Waiting for this day
when paradise's a step away
it made me think
is this what my life's meant?