Life Segment

Life Segment

Most think they have, but one life to live;
with conflicts and sorrows; to endure.
Each lifetime; is a segment; learning to give;
death comes; all sorrows; to cure.

All must die; to be born again; and again;
life isn’t a singular book or novel;
in some

Fountain Of Youth

Fountain Of Youth

No one can remain young forever;
it’s nothing to do with reason;
all the years seem to run together;
youth is merely a season.

Youthful beauty is worn as a crown;
but, upon it, you cannot rely;
all physicality must wear down;
and then, eventually die.

Don't Cry For Yesterday

Don’t Cry For Yesterday

Make sure you don’t cry for yesterday;
all those tears should already be dry;
save your tears, for only today;
for yesterday’s already passed by.

Things happened; I’d like to forget;
forever, staining my past;
so much, in my life, that I

Done In Darkness

Done In Darkness

Some of us do evil deeds in the dark;
for evil seems to thrive in the night.;
we somehow think we’re being smart;
hiding our evil deeds from the light.

We obviously know wrong from right;
or we wouldn’t feel the need to hide;
most

Discombobulated

Discombobulated

Many of my thoughts go here, then there;
like the fluttering of Autumn leaves;
it makes me seem as though I don’t care;
hiding my thoughts up my sleeves.

Why can’t I think of one thing at a time;
must thoughts, fall like snow flurries?
My mind

Dreams Must Die

Dreams Must Die

Dreams are often our blueprints of life;
an alternative reality; we live in;
spending many, with a  husband or wife;
seeking to become forgiven.

Unhappy with the reality, we have;
our minds create yet another;
success is perceived as failure’s salve;
truth; we have yet to

A Balloon Called Pride

A Balloon Called Pride

Pride is very much like a balloon;
it’s often puffed up with hot air;
often a result of success; too soon;
and everyone knows it’s there.

A hot air balloon keeps on rising;
seemingly out of control;
pride has a tendency of polarizing;
it’

Abject Poverty

Abject Poverty

We live in a world of abject poverty;
physical; and spiritual; as well;
things are not what they ought to be;
the earth is a spiritual hell.

Every day, truth becomes subverted;
honor is displaced with lies;
good and evil are totally inverted;
a smile is the devil’

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