Life itself is not a dream. It may not be what life should seem.
Life itself is only wonder, and tall and massive cloud of blunder.
Life itself is like a street, you'll never find it nice and neat.
Life itself is on and changing, until the days when your done aging.
Life itself is just like weather, some days are bad and others better.
Life itself is God's great privilege, and on your life you'll put God's image.
Life itself is like a tree, the further on the more you'll see.
It's meaning will always twist and bend, and you won't find out until the end.

Copyright ©2001 Joseph Michael Egan