Why is life like a patchwork quilt
Stiched together by our force of will,
How comes the tales and stories
Are written in ink by our quills,
Speaking of how our inspirations live on still,
No matter the hardships, of which we’ve had our fill.
Yet mankind is stubborn and it does not give up
Because there are so many of us who still simply love
The experience of living and learning just to be,
Dwelling in life existentially free
Casting aside hate, greed and jealousy
And settling for just the pleasure and the right to breathe
Whilst caring for each and everybody else’s needs,
No longer just craving and always wanting
But learning to develop and finally achieving something
For the future generations yet to be born,
Let’s hope its real and not another false dawn.
fauxcroft 
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