Oddly, Life
Oddly, Life
How swiftly moves the time
when life is so sublime!
But soon the hours grow cold
Our movements become old.
Much better is our worth
when slender is the girth.
We skip hop jump with joy,
such exercise employs.
But time we know rolls on
with the ringing of the gong,
where new insight is the prize
life sets before our eyes.
How overwhelming is the view
when things owed will come due!
Oddly some live long enough
to collect their missing stuff.
9/8/20
A Lipogram' Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet, Sponsor
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2020
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