In Progress

each of us
is a life
in progress
with no real start
or stop to it
other than being
born and
when we die
yet everyone
tries to measure
where they are
in relation to
where they
think they
should be
a straight line
to happiness
and though
that works
for some
it can lead
to ruin for
others
if sitting under
a tree in a park
and writing the
greatest poem
takes you
a lifetime
the important thing
is not the beginning
the middle
or the end
it is not
always about
the journey
or the destination
sometimes it
is just about
a life that is
in progress