Life? Poem by Gordon Cross
Life?
To exit from a tiny womb to end up in a tomb
Living between 4 walls that some say a room
Scurrying ants says I for there's no reason to lie
Building up the nest and surely there's no rest
Grand civilizations do then rise and then do fall
Does anyone consider themselves as ants in those 4 walls?
Born / live / laugh / work / worry / weep you shall
Life is your prison - Your Heaven - Or your hell...
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4/28/2024 4:03:36 PM # 1.0.0.1119
An insightful and well written piece, Gordon. Thanks