LIFE

Trotted this beautiful plane

Like a damsel adorned in grace and petal of love

With a simmering sweetness on my face,

lighting up my world.

I've strutted and walked the pearly city of life,

making perfect silhouettes my body clad in life's rich satin

You see, this skin has felt velvety silk of the purest of Shea,

 buttered with the finest of oil, only the sun can outshine.

My eyes have sighted, beauty, hands luxury

and heart witnessed the deepest of kindness thereof.

But what I've never understood was curse,

 brought from walking alone not from lack of crowd,

 but from want of truth among the seekers of my time.

I must tell you, numbers don't make a meaning

when wind wades you through the waves of life's despair,

or forlorn faces nodding their shame of you.

You'll find they won't always matter,

 the ones chanting hurray will spurn in horror at once

 when coppers go crook, the honest keep hot

Life is fine and bright and could be dark and dim

when it turns to shadow from sparkling laughter