Life Poem by RazonAnny Justin

A seed is sown
A light kindles and glows
Sprouts, blooms and grows
Exhausts its divine roles
Wilts, rots and to the dust it goes

A passion is lit; a child is born
In right or wrong his wheel must turn
With grace to co- exist with other forms
Or with hate the life of others, he’ll burn

Life must achieve a mission
Maybe a vice, maybe a virtue
Whichever, the retribute hangs
Lo! The sower shall reward each with a befitting crown

Hate and rancour, lust and loathe
The reward: a crown of thistle and thorn
Love and peace, righteous in hope
A crown of emerald so precious shall dorn

In the race of Life there’s always a Prize to be won