That's Life

That’s Life Atone to deeds, declared in the ebb of your life, When no words dwell in the stillness we hear Yet they carry spirits from where they abandoned laid And righteous wait our forsaken memories, Who knows the sounds a child makes when she cries alone at night? As she peers into the starlight, reflecting out from a grain of sand. Who can stand to feel falling rain under the brightest rainbow? And who beholds the dew when our sun begins to shine? Be calm, that’s life. Fortunes clutched in the hand of youth is sometimes momentary, For as time passes so we pass, into only recollection; Yet my son be kind to your parents in the fall of their lives, For they may be the only remaining tie to your heritage! Shall eyes now view the uncommon few, still craving castles in the sky? Or only those who in their mind endure, Hope to hear the saddened strains when he uncommon died, For calm the seas for he who sees, the coming of the sun. But to our eyes, that’s life. Leave they reserved to tread upon these earthly fields, To bear the warmth of summer and accept the chill of fall; Know where you stand between truth and lie in this soulful land, And feel the inanity of both. Rest in dreams of eternity as times slowly pass, Though the night be spent, and loneliness steals in, But hush now child, and cry this hour no more For sunrise holds the solitude of morning. And in the end, that’s life By M.Norton Thanks Esther. marklnorton@shaw.ca