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Life is Like a Poem
  Life is like a poem
  A bold beginning: a gasp: an outcry, naive and malleable: a premise intended to be proven
  Life is like a poem
  Cries like choppy sentences, diapers like misplaced modifiers, sleepless nights like ellipses…
  Life is like a poem
  Sometimes sappy, snappy, lengthy or brief,
  desperate or depressed, smooth, slender, or slick, triumphant, lost or found again
  Life is like a poem,
  Laughter like verbose receptions of joy, enunciated with flying hands, fingers drawing out a world
  Love like the fleeting, bone deep shiver that occurs with profound lasting sentences.
  Life is like a poem
  Scrawled out on newspapers like obituaries On paper napkins like the one who got away, on royal ivory like matrimonial vows, on receipts like first jobs, like the first flash of reality
  Life is like a poem
  A future outlined in silence: stanza to stanza to stanza to stanza; school to school to job to retirement
  Yet the expected often twists into the unexpected
  Life is like a poem
  Funerals like rowdy applause
  Everyone dressed in black
  A wake like a hopeless request for an encore
  Life is like a poem
  Breaths like proclamations or unsteady steps into obscurity or quick, nervous exhales
  And those pauses like a blur in memory; forgotten by the overlord of time
  Till that last pause, that last exhale and the poem is ended.

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