Life is quite a bowl of cherries,
Filled by fatal fettered fairies.
Forced to lure the innocent,
Seduced into tacit consent.
Beware! The lair behind the lure.
They hide behind the truth; obscure,
With promise of felicity,
Health and wealth; duty free.
Survival is not meant as such,
Excuses should not be a crutch.
It's labor to attain a peace
Before our time does then surcease.
Crumbs of joy, in tiny bits;
Here and there in pieces fit
To make the whole well worth the strife.
The gift of love; the thrust of life.
There will be days that take a toll
Upon the heart and tax the soul.
And then there are those heavenly
Moments sweet with fervency.
Chase the tear with memory's kiss.
Savor every drop of bliss.
Hold-fast to this when tempests rage.
A legacy; a seasoned sage.
Tomorrow's children bend their ears,
Feeding on our strengths; our fears.
Leave them not as nihilists,
But altruistic optimists.
The universe in this rebirth,
With gratitude and righteous mirth,
Will bless our Lilliputian sphere.
The cosmos--thundering with cheer.