The Passing : Adult Poetry

Perhaps life is simply

A transitory place,

Between the birth of your soul

And the death we must face.

Between what we discover

And experience of the mind.

Between what we must lose

And what we will find.

Between famine and riches,

War and release,

Greed and hunger,

Generosity and peace.

Between tears and laughter,

Hurt and wellbeing.

From walking with blinders

Then actually seeing.

Between the evil and honest.

Between what’s said and done.

Beyond our ego,

To share what is won

Between what waits,

And what we have given

Between just existing

To truly living.

Between the righteous of Heaven

And hounds of Hell,

Are the choices we make

And where we must dwell.

Perhaps life is simply

A transitory place,

Between the birth of your soul

And the death we must face.