PUFF OF SMOKE

EACH LIFE IS AS A PUFF OF SMOKE

JUST BLOWING IN THE WIND,

MOVING TO AND FRO,

NOT KNOWING WHEN TO BEGIN

LIVING, REALLY LIVING.

HOW DOES ONE DO THIS IN THE

RIGHT WAY, THE RIGHT TIME,

SO THAT ALL SHALL TURN OUT WELL?

DO WE WAIT FOR SOMEONE TO TELL US?

DO WE WAIT, JUST BIDING OUR TIME,

AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS TOMORROW,

OR GO ABOUT DOING KIND THINGS

FOR ALL WHO SHALL LET US?

SHOULD WE SIT AND CRY OUR HEARTS OUT?

IF CRYING WOULD BRING US HAPPINESS,

THEN I WOULD BE SHOUTING, SHOUTING

FOR JOY.

IS THIS PUFF OF SMOKE WORTH THE TRIALS

THAT WE MUST GO THROUGH IN THIS LIFE?

I DO NOT KNOW, AND CANNOT ANSWER,

FOR I HAVE SEEN A LOT OF STRIFE.

YET, MY DEAR FRIENDS,

WE HAVE BEEN GIVEN A WONDERFUL CHANCE TO LOVE.

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