In Life And Requiem Poem by Henry Love

Take this life
I selflessly bestow
Upon the joy upon the sorrow
For dreams I have none to borrow 
And time I have not to spare!  
You are just, those who deem 
And those that see or those that seem 
That life is more than breath
And realms are more than dreams 

Dreaming are the fashion
And they hold their own passion
And hope after all is the thing
But if hope has gone before 
And journeyed long 
In a timely matter passing 
And the good days 
Have surpassed me 
In the forsaken days of Yore 
Has life in its favor
Been a mere misadventure?
Then life my friends is the theme 
And my thoughts are the thread 
Which grasps the seams of
My own dreams.