Life Is a Tour, a Bit Bitter, Mostly Sweet

The time comes and time passes by Mostly dry leaves sometimes flowers Your letters have grown fewer Puppies I do like they are shy Life in time are bubbles of days Nights too, they're predominant Football cricket movie office Pursuits for some jasmine fragrant A breeze came up that day while I Was busy in looking for outstanding roses Look there at the garden that was That was a desert, the wind said No, no, my superego said Pointing at the cured depressed I just held her hand in her blues Lent my ear to sounds of her breasts Now came the ripples on the shore It's the expression of the truth of life, murmurs of water said A bird whistled, yes, it's the core She came, put up a while, set out What is life, just a joy trip If you can leave a small garden What more meaning you can call for You come, put up a while, set out Life is a tour, a bit bitter, mostly sweet ________________________________________ May 26, 2019 The Meaning of Life Poetry Contest Sponsored by:Chantelle Anne Cooke