What Is Life
What Is Life?
By: Tom Wright
October 18, 2006
Sometimes life can be just like persimmons
Eaten afore the arrival of first frost,
Sometimes it’s like a never-ending contest
That you entered time again and once more lost.
Sometimes it’ll leave you feeling your leftover
Just a faceless person with no nitch to fill,
Sometimes it shows you just enough flat ground
To keep you trudging on toward that next hill;
Some days it’ll tell you that you’re the greatest
Then later on as a doormat will others see?
But it always leaves you mindful of one thing
It’s just a prelude for the life that’s yet to be.
Sometimes life’s like a river wild and free
That carries with it no great-unlocked riddle.
So never let the daily events cloud your vision
Stay focused on the Cross Found In The Middle.
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