This Life We Live

This life we live can give us cause

To moan and groan

To sing and dance

It renders in tick-tock applause

The rubric of

Experience

This life we live bids that we brave

Its hold-me-close

Its long farewells

We dash across the looming grave

On our way

To blooming fells

This life we live, this tug-of-heart

Is not some hapless

Rendezvous

That melds like water-color art

From sky-high reams

Of gold-gray-blue

This life we live slips, vim and verve

Through love's lament,

Its laughter-loss

Is like a constant learning curve

As we shoulder

Hope's albatross

 

This life we live is not our own

This moment-metered

Stint on sod

Is not some trickery time-sown

It is a precious gift

From God

© Janet Martin