Is True Life...

Here's a poem for a rainy day. I wrote this many years ago and thought I would share it with you. Would love to hear what you think true life is all about.

Is true life....

In the complexity of roses

Or the simplicity of daisies?

In plain black and white

Or vivid illustrations?

In a homogeneous script

Or a personalized notebook?

In a cold douse of reality

Or a hot bath of dreams?

Is true life...

In just three simple wishes

Or a single kiss goodnight?
In a monument of stone
Or a fraction of light?
In nine essential nutrients

Or eleven herbs and spices?

In the struggle of a woman

Or the innocence of a girl?

Is true life...

In all we understand

Or the intrigue of mystery?

In a distant horizon

Or a place called home?

In a heart unscathed

Or one that's been broken?

In unwrinkled perfection

Or the laugh lines of character?

Is true life...

In the bliss of ignorance

Or the wealth of knowledge?

In Versace ballgowns

Or flannel pajamas?

In the frame surrounding

Or the picture inside?

In the memory of history

Or the hope for tomorrow?

Is true life...

In the dirge of those forgotten

Or the first cries of new birth?

In rare, untasted delicacies

Or chicken soup for the soul?

In the breaking of the dawn

Or the stillness of the night?

In knowing all the answers

Or asking endless questions?