Good Life

He reconciled with life and its tale,
Someday, in faith he saddened and then rang the bell.
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Lives sadden, delight, foment, excite.
Break into halves in bittersweet strife.
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Sad he dwelt and yet lives so transient,
And yet time so fleeting and barren.
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Good that life undergo many forms
Surf through the heart, at eddy succumbs.

Live. Let live. Dance. Sing.
Life is not mournful for sure, it’s also a fling.

Garner all moments as big and dab
Until the moribund, until the grave.

Copyright: Welkin Siskin