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Susan K. Rowse

Living

As graceful as an Egret,
As tiny as a mouse...
The Id of life's
entanglements,
Is forever in our house.
Of souls in deepest harmony...
As dancers in a play,
Like babies we are crying,
Merely waiting for the day.
When souls are caught out walking,
Along beaches of lost time...
Waiting for the answers.
Will there ever be an hour?
When all our tears are justified.
As we gaze upon the moon.
Do we know true words of wisdom?
Can we carry any tune?
Can we leave the world we squandered,
With our souls still virgin pure?
Can we eloquently answer?
Are we absolutely sure?
This earth was better for us...
With our egos and our plight,
Can we dance among the angels?
Are we ready to take flight?
Life is INDEED a poser...
Of the answers,we have naught.
Let us go with smiles unending.
It is FATE that we have wrought.