What Is Life
Life is an open book
each day an empty page,
the word that is not written
is time you can't erase.
Life could be music
a tune too sad to play,
but if I could compose
I would not change a day.
Life may be a picture
the artist is your mind,
the colors that you choose
make the image come alive.
Life may be compared
to a simple clump of clay,
but in the master's hand
a beauty to display.
10/17/18
Copyright © Wren Rushing | Year Posted 2018
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