Enigma

At times I laud my strength
It gets me to walk the length
And reach for the stars.
Even a leaden sky
Fails to halt my stride
As I venture afar
One day I want to stop
But I can't pull out sops.

At times I rue my strength
The years and years spent
Riding waves merrily
In a playful mood I was god
in mortal frame, omniscient
Till I slow down pace, wearily
Then one day I want to stay
I turn, but the shore's far away.

At times I curse my strength
It makes me blunder on
Treading where angels fear to go
Turning my days wrong
When I look for staff to lean
All shoulders turn away
"She's strong, she'll live
She has the ways and means."