The Life : a storyA Poem by Shadows of Memoriesthe manifolds of a life is like a story tellingLife is mountains, hills and sky Life is oceans and rivers flow by Life is plains and plateaus green mass Life
is valley, thin narrow dark Life is sunrise, a new dawn sun, Life is birds flying, chirping in fun. Life
is migration, from emotion to heart, Life is reality, money, wine and putt. Life is naughty, dirty, stupid too, Life is caring, loving, admiring new. Life is love, lust, kissing moon, Life is bliss, bond, ‘coming soon’. Life is heart, hearth and holy deed, Life is grace, grub, and growing greed. Life is accept, reject, renewals, Life is science, sense, and duals. Life is suffer, suffice and prefixes, Life is count, comfort and reflexes. Life is work, woos, worries, Life is nurture, neighbour and torrid. Life is vast, vulnerable and vague, Life is no more, nothing and nay. Life is colourful, no colour, white, Life is dusk, sunset and night. Life is hope, horrible and hell, Life is dreams, a story to tell. © 2012 Shadows of Memories |
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