Why Live? Why Care? - 0781 - Initial Verion

Life for me's a blossom spray,
or brooch upon a happy heart
which sparkles when flirtations start,
whose fire can never fade away.

Life's a magic mantle, ray
that song, sadness may impart,
a poem easing pain and smart,
a coloured coat that's never grey.

Life offers something fresh each day.
Though sorrow sometimes friends may part
soon pains forgotten are, we chart
delight whose light pipes cares away

Why live? Why care?
just give, take, share.

Life's like a mirage - men do pray
for Heaven, yet thence daren't depart
Is Earth Hell's, Heaven's counterpart?
What dreams may follow on life's fray?

Life's a pot tu[r]ned in fine clay,
sand castle serving as rampart
'gainst Time 'til tide urns each upstart.
Who pot, who potter is, who'll say?

Life's a lass who everyday
undressed is as each p[l]ays a part,
when naked, untouched by art,
she still seeks to prolong her stay.

Why live? - Why care?
just give, take, share.

Life's like sea breezes fresh and gay
which none control, can take apart,
cake which we would bake à la carte
but which too soon's burnt anyway.

Life blooms a moment so make hay,
Time every moment steals a part,
each year upsets the applecart
'til eyes stay closed at break of day.

Life's stream swift flows from spring to bay
it waters rose and thorn, does dart
here, there, until the final fart
blows all eternity away.

Why live? - Why care?
before you leave give, share.

(10 October 1995)

poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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