by foy franklin
Published on: Sep 20, 2006
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Type: Poetry

LIFE

Life! OH Life!! OH Life!!
Who are you?
People fail to understand your motives, which are truly mysterious.
Away the problems or it may be the same problem to every generation.

Life is a test and this world a place of trials.
Life is neither a good nor an evil, it is simply the place where good and evil exist.
Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.
Life lies all within the present, as to where but a hair’s breath of time.

The past is gone, and the future may never be.
Short, therefore is life and narrow is the corner of the earth wherein he dwells.
Short, for grudges to be made, for hatred to prevail and for enmity to reign.
The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.
You give liberty to do all they can, but close the door unexpectedly for the unprepared.

Were if offered to my choice, I have no objection to a repetition of the same life fro its beginnings, only asking the advantage author to correct some faults.
The fool, with all his other faults has this also; he is always getting ready to live.
As for man, his days are as grass, as a flower of the field, so he flourishes.


Life! OH Life!! OH Life!!
Who are you?
People fail to understand your motives, which are truly mysterious.
Away the problems or it may be the same problem to every generation.




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