Final Destination

I've reached my final destination My feet are tired and my back is sore I thought this was my life's ambition So I looked around for my reward Only to find that at this destination There is no pot of gold Looking back I clearly see the treasure that I sought Is scattered in pieces along the path I took to reach the top Every person that I met Every time I saw a sunset Or felt a warm breeze on my face Or listened to the morning silence A piece of gold would appear and end up in my pocket So lessons learned become stories told To the young by the old Your treasure is not a pot of gold you find at the end of your road Instead it is found, piece by piece, With every step you take Along the crooked path we walk To our final resting place