All That Is Life

Are we to stand without fear, That eats us up inside, Continuing to stay clear, Of the worries we try to hide. Moving on forward and surpassing all troubles, While remaining in focus, Still respecting our struggles, Remembering the days of glory, Sometimes start to fade, It's all written like a story, But all of the pages have yet to be made. Spare all of the things of negative sort, Time is forever forthcoming, For all that is life, may be far too short. Paul Walmsley