The Muse Of Life Poem by John Dadzie

All fingers are not the same but they all have knuckles. There is something that makes us human, life presents us with many opportunities but for just the few, the morning dew has opened wide its embrace but it seems only the cold hearted get's the hug leaving the warm hearted to wallow in pain till they become cold and can't live no more . Life has more to teach, it is not always what the pastors preach but sometimes a frontier we either or never reach, yes the muse of life.
A beautiful wife a wonderful life severed by a short knife.
An ugly wife, a stormy life an old mind thinks of regret for not living it.
A young mind with a strong one, a youth, a brute, the truth for a lie but sleeping dogs do lay it is nature and its contumely.
Good impressions, wrong expressions, can't get your head around it? Yes that's the muse of life.