Life is such a clever game
mirrored in the mists of time,
all we need to do is sort
the tumult from the rhyme.
Softly onward we must tread
along our path of light inclined,
until we stumble to the end
knarled and beaten fast and bled.
Then looking on with eyes anew
every stumble a lesson true,
now wrapped in our soul divine
added wisdom bliss sublime.
Very Nice Cora, no idea that you had a strong grasp of word play and rhyme.
ReplyDeleteThanks cwriter80, appreciate the feedback, thanks for your comment. Cora
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