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Another 2 hours of labor. Here is my fruit... I love rhyming poetry the best.
If life were but a mile
if life were but a mile,
where would you stroll,
how long would you stop,
how much would you dole,
would the smell of a rose,
be sweetest in your mind,
or the touch of the wind,
be much more to your kind,
would the color of the sky,
mean as much to you,
as the warmth of a love,
that burns inside so true,
would the lay of the land,
be fickle in your sight,
or the fear of the unknown,
be as dark as the night,
would time not matter,
in this short distant walk,
could emotions settle fears,
or perpetuate a stalk,
would you be able to gander,
at all the wonders here,
and forget about your worries,
and smile most sincere,
would you take two steps forward,
then promptly take one back,
and then have a change of heart,
and forget about what you lack,
would you think about the memories,
and what you might have missed,
or live for the moment,
and act a bit remiss,
that every moment lived today,
should be a guarded gift,
and never thought of as insincere,
or in the slighest miffed,
and nary we should turn around,
and wish it all again,
or take each day one by one,
and try to make amends,
instead our gaze should be set forward,
to what this life may be,
instead of singing sorrow,
our song should be one of glee,
time should never measure,
or be a proof of length,
to a life filled with treasure,
or a life full of strength,
a mile seems so little,
and too quickly come to pass,
or just a bit to brittle,
like the brilliance of stained glass,
but let not your hearts be troubled,
continue on your way,
if life were but a mile,
what would you have to say?