Done with this phase of life
one wonder, how he will thrife
Done with one chapter of life,
One sings the gloomy song of an uncertain Morrow
Like a young Tiger
soon released to death's fiend, life
He ponders on life's lustful laughter
He wonders at life's sudden outburst
He walks in the uncertainty of life
he wonders,
would life swallowing up in gloomy goo
or will he cruise in life's pool?
will a rest on a bed of roses
or will he grief and moon on a thornful bed?
He has no pictures of future certainty
But, will he survive?
©johnrhymez
J