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Life is something we either enjoy or abhor.

It is something left for you at your door

It is something you either pick up and wear

Or something discarded, and you live in despair.

 

For me life is a gown that you wear each day

It gives you a sense that you are here to stay

It covers your faults to some degree

But when others look what do they see?

 

Make your life the best that you can

Remember it’s a free gift given to every man

What you choose to do with this life that you own

Is a decision you make all the days that you’re grown.

 

Some people waste this life foolishly

They squabble away this thing that is free

They wither like fruit on a tree

For a lonely a life did they choose be

 

Life may be short or life may be long

But whatever length it be we find we all belong

To the one who made the universe, and all within

For with our journeys end we return to be with him

 

Some may be ready some may be not

It matters very little the wealth you have got

Because silver or gold cannot buy you a seat

On the train bound for heaven with your hearts last beat.

 

Now others are full of life, it seems

They have watched the world but have followed their dreams

For the roadmap to happiness begins within

You must use life to the fullest each day to the end.