Life

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Nov 29, 2021 

Life.
Existence.
Who do
I thank?
For all
the pain
and
suffering.
Who do
I thank?
Cruelty,
Inhumanity.
Who do
I thank?
Disease,
death.
Who do
I thank?
Existence.
Glorious
sunsets.
Walks
on the
beach.
Hikes
in the
mountains.
Birds
in the
air.
Baby
smiles.
Beautiful
wife.
Soulmate,
love
of my
life.
Who
do I
thank?
Some
say they
know.
But it’s
a mystery
to me.
Life.
Yet,
I do give
thanks
every day
for this
tumultuous
ride!

 

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