Life's Grand - Poem by Kevin Maroney
Life's grand, a great big sun,
under which the rain can run,
an amalgamated torrent, a verdant river,
both of green growth and red slimy slither.
The snake bites, it's venom strung,
onto one's heartstrings, can be wrung,
till out with the old comes in the new,
till changes forever the newest view.
Life's disconnected, a piece of Eden,
A place to hole up, to place one's creed in.
Till back out hath the creator come,
and once again forgotten, only crumbs.
The trail's followed, back to the source,
till once again, the river runs its course.
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