Life Itself

Life Itself

Itself..I mean life comes, and sadly goes away,
No matter if sobbing, or if begged to stay,

To offer the, with currency, and be willing to pay,
And picture life you once had... Instead of drawn you've trace,

To erase the bad lines, obliterate the rough moments,
And be blind to past thoughts, and present things now showing,

As a river keeps flowing, keep going with reason, 
For who, for you no matter the season,

So pleasing, that my reasons are gifts from above,
Like the ones in this room, who precisely shown love,

Through the week, separately, there's so much that I wanted,
To do..to prove that your care was abundant, 

No numbers, nor digit to amount your wealth,
But the joy that you've shown, rebound my health,

Unselfish acts, throughout the pain you dealt, 
To smile within, from the love that's felt,

To be happy without...money, fame, or wealth,
And then again the end begins with...Life Itself...

 

By: Raymond Jones