Life, Unkind? Poem by James Osizimetor Inobemhe

Life, is he unkind
When my sweat can't clean my mind
And my hands can't hold the time
It's hard to make things rhyme
B'cos life is not that kind

At times we get very high
Observe the world with an eagles eye
Riding on colorful swag of her wings
....and then life, becomes all things
And life, is not that unkind

When times change, did life move?
When wings fade, is life rude?
As with age, taught some wisdom
And some with time are gone

Life is not kind nor unkind
The meaning of front comes from behind
All cannot fall into the right line
Not when life is time