The life we’re born to in no way our choice.
In saying ‘life’s not fair’ may prove too true,
and seldom are the moments to rejoice
while we may see the world with slanted view.
What trials lie in wait to break our stride
and tumble us to craters of despair?
To watch my loved one ‘til all hope has died
is more than any soul should have to bear.
But seasons come, in time they pass away,
and thus it is for mankind’s life as well.
We’re on the stage in Nature’s own ballet,
and dance our best until the bell’s last knell.
It doesn’t matter what the hand that’s laid
before us, but the tally when it’s played.
