Coast

Coast is clear

life is dear

without fear

now and here



World turns round

up turns down

some get lost, others found

life goes back to ground



Build the town

structures up, but they'll come down

lots of noise, then dearth of sound

still the world goes round and round



Another day, another turn

some will learn; some will burn

many earn and some discern

still the world doth turn and turn



Clouds rise up

life is tough

times get rough

lose some stuff



When all is said and done

we live and walk and speak and run

we feel pain but we find fun

until this present day is done.



What then?

Do it all again?

How about find a friend

in the one who died and rose again.

Glass half-Full