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Life's a book written through
Where the pages are the years.
There's good, evil, false and true
With laughter, sweat, and tears.
Our days are songs composed by God
As we set them to music with pleasure.
His cup of life is for us to drink
Though, He, decides the measure.
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.
Tom Zart
Tom Zart
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