Life
Life, betwixt birth ‘n death
Choices determine fate
From first to dying breath
Finish Earth, we graduate
“Behold I Make All Things New”
New realms to explore;
New colors, shapes, sizes
New paradigm, metaphor
New, yet unclaimed prizes
Infinite God, Infinite Wisdom
Teach us love, light, altruism
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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