She was too good for this life.
She was too good for this life.
Half life is over now,
And I meet full face on dark mornings
The bestial visor, bent in
By the blows of what happened to happen.
And this must be the prime of life.
Life has a practice of living you, if you don't live it.
Life is first boredom, then fear.
Why should I let the toad work Squat on my life Can't I use my wit as a pitchfork and drive the brute off
In everyone there sleeps. A sense of life lived according to love. To some it means the difference they could make. By loving others, but across most it sweeps. As all they might have done had they been loved. That nothing cures.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories