The Mystery Of Life
I found it’s like a squeaky door.
Squeeze through to see some more.
Once there you wonder where to go?
Not possible to blend with the flow.
You get bumped and jerked around.
Never knowing where you’re bound.
If you knew up from down while here.
You might be able to make it clear.
You just want to get through it.
Keep the stress to a little bit.
But, things are never easy.
Even if you are a little sleazy.
Over time you learn much more.
What am I really here for?
Take it all and form a picture.
Mental process is much richer.
Time flies by and you reach the end.
Which way will you go my friend?
Will you slip out quietly?
Or, make headlines for all to see?
What you did here lives on.
In the memory of others who carry on.
What comes next, you haven’t a clue.
Take it on faith. Don’t be a fool.
Some peoples trips are shorter.
Other’s are a lot longer.
Either way, your beginnings are the same.
Your endings may not be yours to claim.
Yet, after exiting, all blends together.
In the minds of those who write these letters.
—————————-R. W. Johnson—–(2016)