Life

Life is a race
a race with a pace.
Life is a phase,
a face;
a place, someplace, no place?
Life is a day -
day without a night.
You just keep living,
Until the lender comes
To demand a return
For the loan
The loan you owe
And own?

Life is a bay,
a bay of raging storms.
Life is a longing,
longing for peace,
for pleasure and for happiness,
The wounded long for well-ness
And the broken for wholeness.
The battered, the jarred and the torn -
all worn,
The loner, the hungry and the wicked cluster
Together
On that one small beach
For something beyond their reach

Life is a risk,
a risk with hopes,
Held with thin ropes.
Life is a sea,
for all you can see
Is the turbulence
The opulence,
Hidden for those who can whisk
and risk.

There comes the day again
that you have to count your gain.
The gain, the aim, the pay
Will be that one last sigh
and satiety
That all has been done
That should be
With all that came your way