A Life To Live Or One To Loose Poem by B.J. Ayers

There was a time when I dreamed of fantasies,
A cowboy on the range, or a famous king,
There was a time when life was a dream,
But now an old man, who only grows pansies,

But that's alright, because now I know,
I've been there, I've lived, it wasn't a fantasy,
Life is what you make it, good or bad,
It's not how you lived, but how you flow,

It's not what you allow, but what you do,
Correct the bad, apologies will do,
A life is once, so cherish the fact,
You're lucky to have it, that life to you,

Think about life and what a gift,
Given to you, as a jester of love,
Make it what you may, or throw it away
Life is a gift, an elevator to lift,

Just as the clouds, soar in the sky,
Blue and beautiful, yet angry at times,
You can gaze but not change,
In life you smile and sometimes cry,

Happiness is made, for you to choose,
Be thoughtful and considerate to those around,
It's much more difficult, the other way,
Your life was given, not to waste, nor to loose.