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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Life shows its frills if ye dwell on fair side, Perceive it with a poet’s perspective— Life’s negatives seen with eyes positive, Let not life’s dangling duals take a free ride. If sin there be, it is not to endure, In despair to look forward to next life, For, this very life’s greatest of grandeur That we miss out imagining false strife. O worry not on life's pointless meaning, Life be to live for there is one, there’s no myth! Philosophy has no firm a footing, Life can be lived well O without than with. All the courage, all bravery's loud cry, All poetic lines penned to glorify, Never for once needed O just to die, But to live life fit for braves— manfully. So, let me steal a day off life— to live, And live as if there's no another day, To live, live well is in life to believe, I wonder if there's any other way. And to live, even one percentage less, Be to scorn justice to this heaven’s gift, No life has ever been made meaningless, And to live well is God’s gift to uplift. If one exception to life can there be— It is when life outlives body's old cage, So O Flesh be thou healthy, feel happy, I know if unhappy faster ye age. Destiny’s sent life here knowing well why, So worry not if dark clouds of grief rain, Nor worry if your efforts go in vain, Everyone's well on way to reach his sky. God greeds no grades, nor for Earth-made medals, What He does care for: how honest you man strived, If where he ought to be he has arrived, Let life steer clear of lofty pedestals. Life’s journey nor is straight, nor yet so short, The life lived well tends to go well ahead, It belongs to one all alive, not dead, No two feet walk the same, but seek their port. _________________________________________ Musings | 03.07.16 | Ode Poet’s note: This is the second part of the Ode, ten quatrains long. It continues with the journey of life. Part III follows.
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