THE BLISS of STRIFE

This is the lottery of life,

That a lot of men, 

Tend not to see as an Omen,

Full of bliss but only strife.

We either get to long live,

Or soon forced to leave.

Be lucky to be born,

Or remain a spirit borne.

But no matter how you came to exist,

There’s only one way to exit.

Through the tunnel of death,

Whether neat or with dirt.

So just in case you are here,

And you have some fruit to bear,

Let us get to taste you in due time.

Whether sweet or as sour as lime.

Breathe in more air,

But in your heart, do not err.

Enjoy life as a sweet aroma to smell,

But for your sake, let no one else yell.

Anytime you are angry,

Just assume you’re hungry.

Seek the bread of life if you can.

Because vain life is just an empty can.