Life Is What You Make It
Birth,when time silently stops, is measured
Life brings a cry, a restless soul now born
Heart, life's beating clock quietly treasured
From this, we await the moment all mourn
Time is what's spent with every choice and deed
As we come to learn, understand its dues
Payment for decisions from want and need
Gathering life's yield, as we're passing through
There is only this, a distanced traveled
Lost in its realm of wonder and refuge
Confront each moment until unraveled
Then confirmed by joy or tearful deluge
Though none know the moment of final breath
Life should be lived, not worried before death
For the contest Life is what you make it
sponsored by Dave Wood
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