Preschool Play Called Life
Perfectly imperfect, life is just ironic,
part of it quite tragic, most of it plain comic,
oftentimes it's inane, other times heroic;
in lighthearted, shallow ways it can be profound,
its riddles' answers are never finally found,
its years, too long or too short to go around;
like a preschool play, innocently hilarious,
it's bunglings can be so happily spontaneous,
naive and sincere, just joyfully erroneous!
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2008
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