LIFE…… TO US ALL.
One cannot know how to work a field,
Just by stories heard around the fire place;
Of the scorching sun and blistering thorns.
Just as one cannot dare say he lives,
By reading and listening silently;
To other people’s accounts of life.
One must choose to step out,
To test the depth of the sea for onesself
Feel the breeze on one’s own skin…
And let each fiber respond in shivers to its every call.
One cannot be born on one day,
And begin to live life on that same day.
Man is born on a day such as this,
And life happens to him, on another, even the next.
It is only easy for the Man; born,
To turn his back on the beckon of life,
And choose to hide in foyers and catacombs,
Only for the lined-up Tomorrows to turn into waning Yesterdays.
And even in those moments of despair,
Regrets would loom in every shadow,
Every reflection only blurs…
And Man would realize, that life,
Even in his hiding
Has happened to him.
And that Life happens….
Only to us all.