Life - Is What You Make It
Birth of a new child
Brings joy to the world
A new beginning
A circle of hope
No beginning and no end
You learn to talk
Then told to be quiet
You learn to walk
Only to be pushed about for miles
You learn to use your hands
To its enth degree
But told don’t touch
unless it belongs to thee.
This is how your life progresses
You learn but told not to do
there is one word
that cocks a snoot at us all
It’s used with fear
yet welcomed by some
Death……………
Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2014
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