The Seasons Of Life Poem by Tango
The Seasons Of Life
We stride through the seasons,
of life with our heads held high.
Never knowing, if tomorrow,
we live, or die.
Laughing, loving, and bearing pain,
we carry on,
sometimes in sun, sometimes in rain.
Until the the day,
when we meet our fate.
And see Saint Peter standing,
standing at the pearly gate.
Tango.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
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