Life
Life is a group of stages.
Gently I will explain the pages.
The past is documented and stored away.
The present is our story, being added to every day.
With life, Springs eternal hope.
All the colors of a kaleidoscope.
Precious memories galore.
Knowledge of every kind to store.
We all co-exist each and every one,
Some destitute some having fun.
Life is what you make it, they say,
Each striving to be better than yesterday.
The last and most important of the stages three,
God has locked from sight and He keeps the key.
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