My First Free Verse On Ps

Life.Nothing is simple.One is alive. Breathing,eating living.Each day apart Separate alone;and yet not quite. Part of another,blood smeared,by genes linked, Chain by chain in generation's pattern Of lives past.We wait and wait in line Repeating mistakes,treading the same circle. Imagining progress is reality. Dreaming dreams,we physically mature As children in aging bodies.Pretending we Are wise and sure.School yard games prevail Punch and Judy in all but name;then lie Down to die.Never to wonder.Why! 131 syllables Inspired in 2007 by the free verse style sonnet of Yvors Winters Realisation.