Life Is What You Make It

Birth,when time silently stops, is measured Life brings a cry, a restless soul now born Heart, life's beating clock quietly treasured From this, we await the moment all mourn Time is what's spent with every choice and deed As we come to learn, understand its dues Payment for decisions from want and need Gathering life's yield, as we're passing through There is only this, a distanced traveled Lost in its realm of wonder and refuge Confront each moment until unraveled Then confirmed by joy or tearful deluge Though none know the moment of final breath Life should be lived, not worried before death For the contest Life is what you make it sponsored by Dave Wood