Isn’t Life Strange
Isn’t life strange?
We come into this world,
full of magical wonder,
only to find the journey –
so very marvelous but short.
Along the way we find
lovers and friends –
that share it with us,
but love can be fleeting
or love can be true.
Isn’t it strange?
That we must go through it all,
to reach the end of the road
and along the way to see the beauty,
of nature and the four seasons,
with friendships that are golden
and friends that come and go out our door.
Isn’t life strange that way?
We seem to be here,
yet soon we are there
and life was just beginning.
Suddenly we are midstream,
but it doesn’t make life,
any less a wonder.
Each day a new miracle,
each day a new adventure,
memories to shine forever.
Isn’t life strange that way?
We never know what tomorrow will bring
and all of our yesterdays –
are now today’s
and we look with anticipation,
on our tomorrows –
but they are not promised anyone.
So we must take what we have today
and make it like a diamond shine –
so that as the day ends,
we can close the curtain as night rides in,
with a smile,
our hearts full of love,
night shadows mysterious,
muses whispering inspiration,
colorful dreams,
showing us what has been,
or what lies ahead,
until the morning light.
Isn’t life strange?
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Yes, life is strange indeed. All the ups and downs make for a wondrous life. And all the great phrasing makes for a wonderful poem. Well done,, Rasma.
Thank you, Phyllis.
Rasma I enjoyed your poem with my morning coffee. Beautifully written. Jamie
Thank you, Jamie.
This reminds me of an older person looking back at life – it went by so quickly; but it was filled with magic, whimsy, and wonderment. I agree that life is strange ! Very enjoyable read !
Thank you, RJ