The Second Time Around
Most all of us seek a second chance;
seeing how life seems to confound;
to show we’ve learned how to dance;
on our second time around.
Some believe that we only live once;
unlike the grasses and flowers;
temporarily, for a season, ensconced;
living, while counting the hours.
But, life is a series of endless mountains;
patiently waiting to be climbed;
the river of life, flows from fountains;
by the Master, their source, defined.
There’s glory to be gained at each summit;
and many, hastily, scurry up its side;
tho many succeed; many others plummet;
and, many of those have died.
Challenges, in life, cannot be rejected;
they are given us all, for a reason;
our physical being cannot be protected;
during our growing season.
Neither success, nor failure, is our goal;
only our having the faith to try;
faith is the sustenance that feeds our soul;
not, whether we live, or die.
Death is our door; and, not finality;
and, once placed in the ground;
we’ll gain a glimpse of true reality,
on our second time around.
Monty 5/16/22. # 1,113