For All To Have, For All To Lose
#2 of Poetry
another little poem about life
All shall have it, and all shall lose it
Praised yet cursed, on every set of lips
It's hands will hold, it's hands will whip
It can mend, it can rip
It shall make, and it shall take
Upon you strides it will make
And shining hope it will take
It is chance, it is fate
Some fight for it
Some fight to steal it
Some can destroy it
Some can heal it
All in all a unique site
The ever turning, wheel of life