Crosshairs of Time
Time plays its tricks in the recesses of our minds;
Like love's lost lament and identity's paradigm.
Nonetheless, we still make our journeys in vain,
As we travel our paths, one step at a time.
Life's generally demanding and not trouble-free.
At its crossroads, we attempt to be wise,
Staying out of the crosshairs of trouble and strife;
Learning life's lessons and dilemma's disguise.
Yet life is quite good and merits our being;
Each sunrise surmounting life's problems and woes.
Love eternally embraces all else in our lives;
Our winters always end, with Spring's, magnificent rose.
As the winds blow in March, in Winter's last, final gasp;
Man's existence is as marvelous, as the Lord's gentle clasp.
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