Verse Freed To Ponder

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!