Living Life Is Beauteous Poem by Mark 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 living a full life
Embodying all life with eternal love
We can all preach and wheel 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 living life is beauteous
That social media is a frivolous waste
That leaves us all feeling empty displaced.