Life Is Not A Ride That Glides Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Ceasing feasting that increased,
A decreasing of most things...
Meant to many giving up false bling!
And showy shining flashing flings.

Lucky people who've striked out,
From a crowning top that slipped to drop...
Have come to a screeching stop.
With designer boots now knocking rocks.

But life is not a ride that glides.
And those that recognize this,
Have not gone into tantrums.
Or thrown fits.

Life is not a ride that slides into a glide.
Some rumps fall onto bumps that stump.
With a struggle not for chumps,
That disguises getting over humps.

Lucky people who've striked out,
From a crowning top that slipped to drop...
Have come to a screeching stop.
With designer boots now knocking rocks.

Ceasing feasting that increased,
A decreasing of most things...
Meant to many giving up false bling!
And showy shining flashing flings.

But life is not a ride that glides.
And those that recognize this,
Have not gone into tantrums.
Or thrown fits.

No life is not a ride that slides into a glide.
Some rumps fall onto bumps that stump.
With a struggle not for chumps,
That disguises getting over humps.

Life is not a ride that slides into a glide.
Some rumps hit a bump that stumps...
And many get up and out of those dumps!

Life is not a ride that slides into a glide.
Some rumps hit a bump that stumps...
And many get up and out of those dumps!

Life is not a ride that slides into a glide.
Some rumps hit a bump that stumps...
And many get up and out of those dumps!

Life is not a ride that glides from side to side.
Some rumps hit a bump that stumps...
And many get up and out of those dumps!