Life Is But A Ride (Sonnet #164) Poem by Tina Rizk

I stand at the edge of life and wonder
Where are the flowers I sowed on my roads?
Their scents remain on my hands, I ponder
On our matrix our deeds are engraved as codes.

Life is not a game where we roll the dice
We're here to dream big, to do and achieve
We're here to sculpt ourselves, omit the vice
We're here to know God in whom we believe.

But my life started when I met true love
It's rare to find someone who loves our soul
Such love is deep and divine from above
It's the Holy Grail that makes us feel whole.

Life is but a ride, live it with pride and grace
High our souls will roam, while we rest in our grave.

Copyright ©️ Tina Rizk