on the front foot
Whenthe zest is tough to revive
dim are hopes to survive
heart drags until it tires
tears wither away desires
misfortunes wait in a queue
no one comes to your rescue
Pause.
Death, life's friend, someday
Will take it away anyway
Give it a chance. Another.
Relax. Don't surrender
Muster little courage, friend
World has not seen its end
Mend. Redesign. Take a dip
Roots of life will find a grip
Life will embrace if you would
live it on the front foot
Poetry by existence
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Written on 2012-08-18 at 09:13
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