GIFT

Breath die every second
From the comfort of noses and mouths
Just as breath is born every second
Through the same channel
Such is the gift of life

II
Nothing is given for free
Everything comes with a fee
To live calls for the payment of death
Happiness needs the fee of sadness
Strength needs the fee weakness
Nothing is free in this worldly realm
Such is the gift of life

III
The gift of life is like a gift retrievable
Its fulfillment; the pen worthy of good
Grab it and write on your pages
Bleed it and scar to mar the pages
Or sit still and leave it blank
For such is the gift of life
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) October 5, 2016

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