Cradle To Grave
All lives are lived, cradle to grave;
none of us can do any more;
our memories are the roads, we pave;
we are the ones keeping score.
No one born, can assess his own life;
our guilt; prohibits, we do;
overwhelmed by heartbreaks and strife;
we hold a prejudiced view.
Many attempt to cover up their guilt;
usually, without much success;
beginning as God’s flower; they wilt;
doing their best to impress.
We’re the sum; of all that we’ve done;
whether we remember; or forget;
our life is the gift from the holy one;
it must not be lived in regret.
Life is the gift; that no one can earn;
it was passed down from above;
we came to earth; that we might learn;
our sins were erased by love.
No one can lengthen; nor shorten life;
each one has a quest, to be;
all must learn from tragedy and strife;
each life has its own destiny.
All lives are lived, cradle to grave;
it’s not about business or stores;
our memories are the roads, we pave;
each is the child, God adores.
Monty 1.5.26. # 3,139