Just a chapter or season or for forty years or so.
Pushed down, incompetent, defective yes, no?
A part to play on the stage of life
Less than or nothing, disapproved, contrite
In a moment or months or for three or so.
Surrounded by arms, wings of angels, fly and go
Spirit of truth, A love of such beauty, trusting and real
A Reminder of we are not always what we feel
Laughter and smiles spread through this life
A warm nurturing evening, filled with cheerful delight
I am not home, that place doesn’t exist
Except in my heart that chooses uncommon bliss
I rise to the challenge, to the end of all sad
Knowing that no one is completely all bad
I rise to the freedom, to the beginning of all hope
Knowing that life is not meant to be hard to cope.
Much Love Much Life