Here's to those who have gone before,
And to those we hope will follow,
There are those who journey stoically,
While others find life a bore.
Do not forget the gift off life,
Is something we all borrow,
Live every day as if you know,
There won't be a tomorrow.
Each of us is different,
And yet we are all the same,
Life has many paths to take,
Just treat it like a game.
And like a game, it doesn't matter,
If you win or lose,
But then again, it's better,
If the winning path you choose.
And when your at the finish,
And they've totted up your place,
If you have fully loved and lived,
You know you've won race.
Categories:
totted, destiny, encouraging, humanity,
Form: Verse
Your Poem Total
You are coming right along with your poem total
Yet your poem only had evidence that was anecdotal,
And after along for a while it had been wildly totted,
Ended up and turned out to brightly be daily devoted.
There truly was evidence of much discomfort
Which is why it always started to painfully hurt
And an extraordinary moment that was taciturn
It was then I had a horrible case of heartburn.
Right?
Jim Horn
Categories:
totted, allegory, analogy,
Form: Couplet