Life and I

For life, were we made To live, were we given In life, we learn to live Yet in life's pursuits, life is spent In search of ways to live life, we there haste Yet in haste, life do we waste As haste makes waste, alas, wasted life abound In haste, has life passed by, for life is in a haste, it waits not In life, we fail to behold, the essential offerings of life, scripted on the canvass of the soul, revealed in the daylight and silent echoes thereof; beseeching faces and eyes all around, beckoning for life's essence; the warm and caring humanness, the soothing acts of goodwill For them, life cares not, for them, must I care For in caring, would I have loved, my neighbor and my God Only then, would I have lived, only then, have I life