The years roll by
Filled with consequentials...
We grow taller and are fed
With all of lifes essentials.

Marry and birth
Play with mirth
Then watch the dear

Life is certainly
An art.

Rolling on we go.

Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-10-02 at 07:18

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I'm not so sure about this, Linda. My life itself has suffered long periods of artlessness. The art sometimes only shows up in a poem, like yours.

Then we must be artists. all of us!
xox Nick