Poignant Passage

Twisted trail of opportunities to grow, progress, change, to gain lifes' meaning. Adversity builds character, a character once proclaimed after learning all their pain was past, as grist for a mill. Past? Past to ... bread? When life hands you lemons and you make lemonade, do the nickels mean more than those thrown in the hat of the corner beggar? Better to give than receive is said as lifes' curtain comes crashing upon the dead and our collective ... why? as an eye to write it all pretends to the realm of poetess feeding a need that will surely furnish the landfills of today or the cyberspace of tomorrow and tomorrows' tomorrow. Only a distant bird passing by drifting clouds holds a promise of meaning in this madness.