Things have to start,
Things have to end,
You'll have to laugh,
You'll have to bend.
The nights may be long,
When snow covers the fence,
But you'll find a way to be warm,
It can be through fire, don't forget.
In the play of life,
We continue to pretend,
With the help of lies,
Keep in mind, we must repent.
When the days are long,
And the leaves cover the fence,
The grass looks like straw,
That's alright, nature will color it again.
From the oceans deep,
To mountain tops and ends,
The paths we crawl, are tricky my friend,
Where ever I go, I know,
To my destiny, is where this life directs.
-Debra R. N. Ludwick-
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