Beauty of Life

The beauty of life is how many mistakes

that you can make and break.

By the end of the span, that variety of all you have seen

shows all you could have and had been.



The beauty of life is the variety of the form it takes:

the different shapes, sizes and their individual heartbreaks.

By the end of the span, you realize that everyone is different,

And that you shouldn't have gotten quite so bent.



The beauty of life is the mysteries it does hold,

created and hidden by the meek and unlocked by the bold.

By the end of the span, you come to understand

that noone alone could figure the mysteries out by hand.



The beauty of life is the lessons learned,

Experiances earned and feelings strongly yearned.

By the end of the span, you're ready to move on,

And thus the costume of death grim you do don.



The beauty of life is that it ends

after experiances many, along with friends.

By the end of the span, you have done much,

Learned a bunch, and loved others' touch.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

ca. 2002

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