Life, by Shauna DesJardins Subscribe to rss feed for Shauna DesJardins

We live, we die,
We cry, we cry.

We shout for joy,
We dance with glee.

But if by chance I died this day,
Would all the joy be worth the pain?

I watch the birds fly around.
But is this all that life's about?

A laugh here, a cry there. 
Meaningless sounds the world drowns out.

Yet I wonder still.. when in the grave,
Can you tell if it's night or day?

Is it like you're dreaming in an endless sleep?
Or is it more like waiting for the Lord?

Can you hear the cries of those around you?
Or is it all drowned out when six feet down?

But either way, today I live,
Wondering what tomorrow will bring.

So I guess this day I shall wait,
For the future holds a brand new day. 
Posted: 2014-02-11 22:21:22 UTC

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2014-06-23 08:04:43Malcolm Moss
Shauna of the garden. Keep writing.