Life - Poem by william Konrad
We struggle from the dark to reach the light.
We were warm and safe and now we feel the cold.
What place is this, filled with meaningless sounds
What wonders will I see before I earn the dark.
A raging river or a quiet stream
To sleep the peaceful sleep and dream
Or will it end just as it started,
To the darkened stillness of forever.
We live in hope that there is more to come.
But I assure you, friend, that when it's done, it's done.
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