Is death an arch rival we are supposed to fear?
An arch rival of what life? Life has its time?
Time enough to grow learn even accomplish.
In proportion to time and talent life lessons.
Effort focus belief honest toil are watered seed
love care produces a fine crop reaped in time.
At appointed time we enter this life in birth.
Free will conscience weighed life choices sow
opportunities to hope to despair in balance.
We appoint values priorities affix heart’s desire.
Yet not all that glitters is gold or good karma to
dominate take because we can has consequences.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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