Reality

Are you waiting to live? You might wait till you leave For there's pleasure to be drawn from pain As from loss is drawn gain The load that stretched your strength and patience Bred your endurance for the prolonged and intense That's the life that isn't a bed of roses Serving at times lemons and bitter doses Who doesn't want to eat life with a big spoon? Always breezy and as warm and lit as noon But what's made for man makes not the man But that which is not that makes him do what he can So you see those who wear scars as badges of honor Have lost much in the course but none other is donor But them that know life in its night and day And it's to such that homage we pay. K. Muitherero