No Matter How Long
Before Sunset ~ Philip Brent Harris
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If tou finally own your creation, you suspect life knows.
Path ahead should be clear, no-one stepping on your toes.
Not life, it does not work that way, a game of yes and no;
Life sometimes tells you stop and sometimes tells you go.
A game, a carnival ride, a roller coaster, full of ups, downs.
Every ascent, no matter how steep, aims you at the ground.
Many cringe, avoid the climb leading to infamy or renown,
Have you chosen, then to wear jester’s bells or the crown?
Embrace your choice, seize each and every day with elation.
All of what you do or believe gets tallied at you summation.
No doubt, we are headed for the same ultimate destination.
Whether in dust or ash, our bodies all end in discorporation.
Even a tortoise, living many years, does more than survive,
Hiding always in a shell could hardly be called being alive.
Who knows, deep thoughts it may have as it slowly strives;
It knows that no matter how long it takes, that it will arrive.
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Peace is Purpose, Nonviolence is Strength, Diversity is Unity, Empathy is Empowerment
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