life is...

... meant to be enjoyed, yet we find ourselves  hating it ... we say one thing yet, do another ... we dedicate ourselves to others then, find ourself still wanting ... we cry when we are sad, angry and, even happy ... we consider ourselves and are a species of our own yet, we still behave like animals ... we travel the world in search of our home but never look on our noses
... your nextdoor neighbour
... your first glimpse of daylight
... your breath of cold winter air
... your taste of a new and tantalising food
... your childs tiny hand grasping your enormous finger
... your favourite song
... your lovers' scent
Before, after and during all this though...


Life


always


remains


yours.