Salem's Den Journal
Ok, I don't think this came out as I originally intended,
but here goes:
Wha ttime is it that the life hath just passed
But time does not exist as such we know?
How have we come through life in caste
Without wondering why it is not a show?
Life is, in turn, portrayed by men a play
And no playwright knows why life passes by
The plays produced within each coming day
Help not to show the common people why.
The life, though it spins into reach, is gone
And death foreshadows claims to which we hold
That are not important aft no dawn
Life matters most, more than silver or gold
Life is not a play, or a greedy claim.
Life is peace,not war, let this be our aim.