At appointed time.
We enter this life
through birth
depart in death.
That is all.
Life existed
before the now.
As there must be
a morning after.
In ever changing
circle of life.
Till we need
not walk his world.
As fledgling aspires
in due course
we dwell in other skies.
When our lesson’s purpose
shall be
finally fulfilled.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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