Not All In Life Is Strawberries And Cream Poem by Allen Steble The Philosophical Poet

Not all in life is strawberries and cream
not all that shines
are diamonds that gleem
there are roads of pebbles
and roads of asphalt
there are raging rivers
and silvery streams
but not in life
is strawberries and cream

There are ways to do things
that flow like the afternoon wind
there are voices that sing
that ascend to the heights of heaven
and voices that crash
under the waves of the sea's
there are hushed whispers
and there are piercing screams
but not all in life
is strawberries and cream

The disappointment of blunder
hearts and visions sawn asunder
i wait to yield my harvest
toiled for so long and hard
a striving toward the golden horizon
to reap some forgotten bounty
found after times bitter and long
i open a door in a world of dreams
to realize...

That not all in life
is strawberries and cream