LOVE’S AN ENIGMA
NEVER FULLY SOLVED
LIFE’S GREAT CHALLENGE
A PASSION PLAY, WHEN EVOLVED

YEARS OF BLISS
AN EON OF PAIN
BEGINS WITH A KISS
OFT ENDS IN THE DRAIN

SOMETIMES EASILY FOUND
THEN SOMEHOW LOST
NO MATTER WHAT,
ALWAYS A COST

A MYSTERY TO MOST
PARADISE TO SOME
ONCE IT’S FOUND
LEAVES YOU SPEECHLESS AND NUMB

MEMORIES CHERISHED
OF TRUE LOVE’S MOMENT
LEAVES YOU WONDERING
WHERE THE TIME WENT

TIME’S A-WASTING
SEIZE IT IN ANY WAY
WHEN IT PASSES YOU BY
YOU’LL RUE THE DAY

LIFE AT IT’S FULLEST
IT’S A PLEASURE TO HOLD
NEVER SAY
NOT NOW, WE’RE TOO OLD

THE RIDDLE PLAYS OUT
THE JOKES ON YOU
TO LIVE IN HARMONY
ACHIEVED BY FEW

How is our life’s worth measured?
By offspring, actions, or wealth?
What are the components on the yardstick?
Worrying your value, affects your mental health.

If life is truly worth living
The joy and verve for life emits from within
Emotions are worn on your sleeve
Be at peace, and comfy in your own skin
  
Why let others conflict our minds?
External factors make us shout with dismay
Put them out of your head
Let Karma and intellect rule the day

Your peers will judge you behind your back,
Live with honor, integrity, and lack of spite
The value of your actions, not consciously rated
Know in your heart, you’ve done what is right.

Die with no regrets hanging over your head,
You can’t take it back when you’re six feet under
Years of life spent with compassion and service of others,
Validates your worth when torn asunder.

For today, live your life with an eye towards passion
Hold on to your ideals, use your heart for decision,
You’ll never go wrong with integrity and trust
You’ll grow old, and be free of ridicule and derision.

The crocus with fresh tendrils, hardy and alive
Fighting frost and snow just to survive.
In it's garden, cold, thin and alone.
Visual pleasure emits from ground, hard as bone.  
A beauty to behold, cherish, and covet,  
I tend the spring garden, so we all may love it.

Two large orbs, beautiful and fascinating
Dreams of reaching out, in each hand one to hold
One warms my face softly, a lady in waiting
The other, the face of a man, craggy and old

Paltry people project putrid opinions, propelled from puny pinpoint brains, in their pint-sized prickly pineapple pulp heads.

If they stopped and stayed silent, stood still and listened, stuff some significant people said would seep in, and seem simply superb when seen with acceptance and socially sensitive skills

If life has you on the hook and you're dying like a tuna on the line,
Spit it out, or on your raw, tender flesh the world surely will dine.

Change in life is uncertain
The bard lifts the curtain
The play has many acts
Reveals unknown facts

A new dawn is breaking
The journey worth making.
Book a trip, use the edge of your seat
Mistakes of the past, not to repeat.

Joy is a secret, hidden the road
See if you can break the code
Put the struggle behind you
Those chains no longer bind you

On the road to happiness rolling
The scenes, verve of life extolling?
I’ve seen the hope and possibility
The show ends, curtain lowers with tranquility.