Living Life Is Beauteous Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

Blood is spilt - on parchment, on vellum.
But it is not forever treasured.
An empty pen used by your cerebellum
Is filling with ink; overflowing, uncensored
Yes, it should be joyous to live a full life.
Embodying all life with eternal love
We can all preach and wield a sharp knife.
Carve a message in stone, using our tongues.
That's either for good or evil wickedness.
But let love embody you—entice us.
Let's put love on our children's syllabus.
Let's teach them that living life is -beauteous.
That social media is a frivolous waste
That leaves us all feeling empty and displaced.