From The Birth Pains Of A Woman - Poem by Francis Duggan
From the birth pains of a woman our life's journey began
And three score and ten years the average human life span
Till to the scythe of the Reaper we eventually do fall
There is a last day and last night for us all
Like the Seasons of Nature to life we come to and from go
And of Karma we always do reap what we sow
Or what goes around comes around as some like to say
Life pays us our dues for life is that way
There is an old saying 'it is nice to be nice'
On how we treat others we do have a choice
In a World in the sky far from this Earthly Shore
Many believe the soul will live forever more
But the facts tell us so and facts do never lie
From the birth pains of a woman we were born and in our own pain we will die.
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