What You Make of It

By JustAnEarlyBird

I know that the world can be daunting,
I know that life can seem cruel
But in each moment's a blessing,
When you don't seek to settle a score.

Life isn't made to just be happy
Life is made to be full
You can't find nourishment in promises
A full plate is made of much more...

I know Death can seem horrid and vicious
But only when fear takes control
I hope you can witness the beauty
Of a life abandoned for soul

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Published on Sunday, July 26, 2020. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

I wrote this in response to someone elses poem on a different site. It is all my own work. It was just a response to a very negative point of view- one I didn't want to buy into.

Comments on "What You Make of It"

On Thursday, May 20, 2021, TropicalSnowstorm (1580) wrote:

"You can't find nourishment in promises A full plate is made of much more..." - man, that statement needs to be printed on the bottom of every ballot and run along the ticker at the bottom of each news channel constantly. Nice work! Ciao, T/S
On Tuesday, July 28, 2020, Alanarchy (1168) wrote:

That soul, though - Can't fucking beat it! I can sense yours is an olde one. We make good poets. And bad drinkers. Write on.
On Tuesday, July 28, 2020, JustAnEarlyBird (39) wrote:

LOL. That's not an inaccurate statement. Now, Is it the old soul that makes it so, or is it just the natural state of a poet's mind that makes us unable to handle our liquor? By the way, I've quite enjoyed your commentary! Thank you!