Coronavirus - 2020? Poem by Tom Zart

Life's a book written through
Where the pages are the years.
There's good, evil, false and true
With laughter, sweat, and tears.

Hurried and worried, dawn till dusk
There's no time for a curtain call.
We burn our candles from both ends
And we're lucky to be alive at all.

Cards are shuffled and hands are dealt
For all to place their bets.
Youthful blunders, adulthood struggles
And old age with its regrets.

It matters not, how long we live
But more, how well we play our part.
For the road to Heaven is always near
As long as there's truth in our heart.

Sickness helps us remember
What the joys of life are for.
It makes us want to love someone
Till death comes knocking the door?

THANK YOU FOR WHO YOU ARE IN YOUR HEART?

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