Over and over

life hums like a song.

Life plays for each person,

each family, each throng.

 

The more we learn about it

the less we seem to know.

The grating and reeling

and uneasy feeling

all mashed up together

to rehearse yet another

refrain of the ever-playing tune.

 

Each day but a speck

on the continuum of time -

but is it time we should measure by?

 

The gnashing, the slashing,

the rolling of the bones.

The tossing, the turning,

the lament and the groans

all do signal a struggle,

a struggle to feel

what it would be like

if each had his own.

 

Life is but happiness

so why do we feel

that grinding and thrashing

and constant contention

will lighten our loads and

result in resurrection

of lost time and lost feeling

that with all our appealing

has been lost to all

but the ones who fall

out of the reckless rampage

that bedevils each person?

 

Life is not present

in those who content

themselves with a fancier

death sentence.

 

Rather,

life is the light

we seek right from the start.

From the start we delight

in that which shows heart

and the courage to stand,

to take anyone's hand,

and know

that there is life

beneath all the struggle.

 

For without the flame of hope

there is nothing to fight for.

There'd be no life

no joy to contend for.

 

Be not sad

of each burden you bear.

Be proud that you

have a life to declare

is yours to be had.