What is life but a passing glimpse into mortality,
Succored and soothed by some mysterious Deity.
We live, we love, we die,
Some of us struggle, others thrive.

Each person’s journey beautifully unique,
Some intersecting, most seemingly oblique;
The choices made define our path,
But chance and fate hold the last laugh.

Despite this truth we’re glad we’re here,
Greeting each new sunrise with hopeful cheer;
To breathe life’s air brings us delight,
Helping us heal from past suffering and plight.

The moral to be learned by one and all,
Is that after every storm and dreary squall,
The clouds part ways and the sun peeks through,
Followed by clear skies of the brightest blue.