Life can be a little pat,
The limp handshake of a mounebank
Who steals you blind.
Life can be a poisoned substance,
Abuse, ethanol breaching your existence.
Tears gushing & accidents
Tearing off both legs,
Nose swollen red like an obscene fruit.

Or, Life can be a sultry sun
On a cold blizzard's day,
Warming you and your happy family,
Your fortuitous wife and beautiful child;
Life can be cool, cool water
Lying amidst the burning desert sands.

I, for one, would rather sit on the beach,
And watch pelicans diving for their catch,
Happily fed,
Flittering off then to an azure sky,
There to ply.