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Life

The heartaches of living are many
The comforts of living are few;
The truths we are told are not many
And the lies we were told have come true.
Anxiety's anguish and burnings
That trust, now frustrated brings
The endless sorrows and yearnings
Are lost in the exhaustion of things.

We're done with the frivolous fancies
They sufficed in times of the past;
When we gathered the poppies and pansies
We knew the dream couldn't last.
When all who are weary are sleeping
Collecting their joys and their cares;
Their planting now ends in the reaping
Of thistles and thorns and the tares.

What happens when dreams are all scattered
As leaves are tossed in the storm;
When our faith has been hopelessly shattered
And hopes and our dreams won't conform?
What we had should have been and therefore
It might and perhaps it will be;
And if not, we should prepare for
A flight from reality.

We speak of the worst and the wiser
But the wiser and worst are as one;
Philosophy is the despiser
Of all that lives under the sun.
There is nothing concrete but confusion
There is nothing decisive but death
We imagine our lives an illusion
For life is an ephemeral breath.


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  1. Date: 4/15/2013 6:02:00 PM

    I agree with you. Life is all that. i want to think that life is a dream and death is when I wake up. A beautiful poem...... Lucilla

  1. Date: 8/17/2012 10:42:00 AM

    I felt the need to stop by your list of poetry today Elizabeth. I wish to thank you for your kind words on my writing. Hope you have a wonderful weekend and hope to see you back here Monday. Love, Carol XX

  1. Date: 6/8/2012 4:25:00 PM

    Oh Elizabeth this one is very sad, dance dear dance rise and dance your spirit is so beautiful and words always captivating and so memorable! Hugs Lizzie

  1. Date: 6/3/2012 1:28:00 AM

    How vivid is your description of life Elizabeth. The first two lines are so true for the most of us unfortunately. I wish it the other way around but reality is an eye opener. I enjoyed reading your poem tonight. Thanks for visiting me. Love Dalila

  1. Date: 6/1/2012 1:10:00 PM

    SO BEAUTIFULLY BRILLIANT!!! Your Star shines so bright with this! Definitely one of your best. Ha ha..sounds so funny to hear me say that as I read it back...since everything you write is THE BEST.

  1. Date: 6/1/2012 7:16:00 AM

    'What happens when dreams are all scattered As leaves are tossed in the storm; When our faith has been hopelessly shattered And hopes and our dreams won't conform?' These lines reflect the universal fact of human life, where sadness dominated the fate of life, but even broken dreams too are here in this world for a purpose. Another beautiful write with the depths of philosophy of life and beauty of a soothing melody. Love and best wishes always...Ravindra...Elizabeth Wesley

  1. Date: 6/1/2012 12:25:00 AM

    "The truths we are told are not many/And the lies we were told have come true."!! "There is nothing concrete but confusion"!! "We imagine our lives an illusion/ For life is an ephemeral breath"!! I <3 these lines, Elizabeth!! What a talented poetess you are! Great work! Ruben.

  1. Date: 5/31/2012 3:09:00 PM

    Lovely Liz, As usual, another AMAZING poem by the Queen of Poetry! All comments below added together don't convey how truthful, deep, perceptive and wonderful this poem is. PS: I'm fine. Been traveling lately and VERY busy. Back overseas again. Keep up the beautiful writing ):

  1. Date: 5/31/2012 9:15:00 AM

    just a wonderful write,,,i think this same thing,,,life,,,wow,,,i forget how beautiful your poems are,,and the feeings i get from them,,,sooo very nice....

  1. Date: 5/30/2012 9:14:00 PM

    I love this poem SO MUCH! soup mail :))

  1. Date: 5/30/2012 7:42:00 PM

    What we planned for and hoped for in life unfortunately is seldom what we get. Most often what seems like what we've searched so hard for with time and closer inspection pales in reality compaired to what we imagined it to be. Not waiting to slip on the rose colored glasses of conquest before we know what lives inside the vision we are longing for. TLee

  1. Date: 5/29/2012 5:36:00 PM

    Elizabeth; this is a very beautiful poem. I would say a piece of art. We all go through this things in life at one time or another. Thanks for sharing. Lucilla

  1. Date: 5/27/2012 7:04:00 AM

    Je comprende, mon amie! It certainly seems that way does it not? especially when we put too much stock in this world's situation. I do it all the time. You have written of the situation well and I like the style with which you did it as it allowed your expressions to be thoroughly explained in a most poetic manner. I know you so I know there is another side to it also that is not so existential as this write may appear to some. once again... great write miss Elizabeth.

  1. Date: 5/26/2012 10:58:00 PM

    Awesome well written write! Hugs

  1. Date: 5/24/2012 11:17:00 PM

    am loving your poem elizabeth as it trully captured the essence of life. Each like came with its contridictor. It was pleasure reading this. Excellent poem. *smiles* Ron

  1. Date: 5/24/2012 5:02:00 AM

    Very deep but great poem Liz Love your words always

  1. Date: 5/23/2012 9:38:00 PM

    Wonderful striking poem, you have indeed appraised the essence of life. The times of joy too few, the times of sorrow too many, the pain and sorrow overwhelming. Our hope is only in the Mercy of God......profound write lovely lady Elizabeth....with love....old Jack

  1. Date: 5/23/2012 11:43:00 AM

    im jealous of your poetry you can churn out so many great ones :) awesome awesome awesome awesome 7up:) i have to catch my muse it always runs away from me lol

  1. Date: 5/23/2012 6:46:00 AM

    WoW! What a sad poem here Lizzie. It speaks of growing old in defeat. For myself, my life has been hard at times but not as hard as it could have been. Many others have suffered far more. Without my faith I believe I would have been worse than defeated. Without God we are nothing. He has given me everything in life that is good and lasting.I thank Him for that. We must learn to count our blessings and not our curses. Good poem though. God Bless, Soup Mail my friend. JB

  1. Date: 5/22/2012 9:20:00 PM

    You have captured so much depth in this poem...it floods the mind !! Especially like the last stanza...Marvelous !!

  1. Date: 5/22/2012 1:19:00 PM

    Your poem stands out as golden words of wisdom, truth and vision. I admire your thoughts on life. Your statement, "There is nothing decisive but death", life an illusion and ephemeral breath, is so true. Please read my poem 'Nothing' on this subject. Thanks also for your enquiry. Since the Operation I have had no more pain. I reached Portugal via Zurich on May 12. Here there is Spring Season. Very pleasant weather with lot of sunshine. Good atmosphere for rest and writing. Regards. -Mohammad

  1. Date: 5/22/2012 9:13:00 AM

    "The truths we are told are not many And the lies we were told have come true." As is the case, Elizabeth, because we believe the lies told in our valley of the shadow of death. Such a depth of tuth in your write, may we evolve into God's precept which is truth. Yes I am involved with autistic children, Elizabeth, I drive a special Eds bus here in Dover school district in Arkansas. Loved your depth of thruth of truth in you poem Sis. Agape, Moses

  1. Date: 5/21/2012 10:44:00 PM

    I think I have read this one. I wanted to tell you that I read the first 15 pages of your lovely book Sunday. I will keep reading it when I find time. Sundays are usually the best for me when reading books! I will tell you some of my favorites later!

  1. Date: 5/21/2012 2:40:00 PM

    i had to look up emphemeral. i like this word.

  1. Date: 5/21/2012 12:03:00 PM

    more soup mail :)

  1. Date: 5/21/2012 10:33:00 AM

    There are two life, one is of physical body and of Soul though lies in physical body itself. Soul hears without hearing because it is not limited like material ear. So we always go ahead with mental imagination, confusion and illusion. Better and best is Soul always, never misguides, just needs to believe what inner real truth Spirit speaks., Loved always, bl

  1. Date: 5/21/2012 10:22:00 AM

    I stole a word from you. I hope I used it well.

  1. Date: 5/21/2012 7:26:00 AM

    soup mail...

  1. Date: 5/21/2012 6:07:00 AM

    This is excellent! Great write!

  1. Date: 5/20/2012 10:59:00 PM

    lizzie, aside from admiring your reflections and just viewing this as a beautiful piece, i also see a lot of philosophy on how the speaker relates it to life....a thoroughly enjoyable read!.:) huggs!

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