Treasure Island

MELVIN BANGGOLLAY

(11/07/1975 / Natonin, Mountain Province, Philippines)

LIFE IS OUR GIFT WITHOUT RIFT


LIFE IS OUR GIFT WITHOUT RIFT
Melvin Banggollay


I believed life is a gift
bestowed without rift
by the Heavenly Chief
with His love that uplift
and Grace that truly lift
Even when we grieft.

But to make our life
A gift for others's life
Share without any strife,
Without fear of a knife
Without deciet's wife
Like hatred in our life.

We all lived but once
Be the best in all instance
As we still have the chance
To build great semblance
of the life we had for once
That other's love to glance.

Submitted: Tuesday, February 03, 2009
Edited: Tuesday, February 03, 2009
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