When Life is Life by Winnie Star


We stand upon life
Up on a footstool
Encumbering the day, the night
Relishing peacefulness
And attempting to demolish
The unrest we endure

The footstool may teach us
To bring up the harried, tardy
Elements we face

And each day
As each day goes by
We ask questions
Seek answers
Within the elements of love
Of listening
Of cherishing the dear
And praying to not fear the inevitable

Rather, languishing if we can
In the not foreseeable future
On the footstool

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