The Cup Of Life Poem by Suzette Richards

Fresh to this world, we have learned all things new.
Luck and fortune only smile on a few.
As death would sneak up bestowing our rest,
chasing windmills of mind we should askew.

Our life lived will be put to a strict test.
Conditions propitious for a gabfest.
Secrets we argue over and debate
will be made clear; astound the very best.

Live a life of renown and be first rate.
Our allotted time is our earnest fate.
But at the final curtain call they drew
of the same Cup of Life we've supped of late.