Sep 12

There's poetry in every heart and songs in every soul.
Upon the stage of life we act...and learn our mortal role.

Some players will not learn their lines...and so they use "asides"...
To struggle to the final scene where hooded Death abides.

I'll not let a chance go by. I'll listen to thy muse.
Recite the verses in my heart. Thy melody...don't lose.

And perform thy role as if thy life's of Oscar-worthy praise...
A story worthy of renown...to last til end of days.

And smile through 'black' adversity. Cast weariness aside.
Within, there is a symphony where noble notes abide.

My life will be an amusement park. I'll enjoy each thrilling ride!
As the roller coaster will go on...and heaven will abide.

No time like the present to live your life.
Black
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