whst us life

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whst us life

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Oh, gentle muse, impart thy wisdom clear,  
What doth this fleeting essence we call life?  
A tapestry we weave with threads of joy and fear,  
Entwined in somber moments, laughter rife.  
In waking hours, we strut upon the stage,  
Each soul but an actor, donned in mortal guise,  
With hearts afire, we dance, we rage, we wage  
A war 'gainst time, that thief of all our sighs.  
What is life, if not a river swift that flows,  
With currents deep that bear us to our fate?  
A transient play where smiles and sorrow pose,  
Each scene a lesson learned, each love a weight.  
Yet in the shadows of this grand charade,  
What truths dost stir within the weary breast?  
Is it the fleeting pleasure that we’ve made,  
Or wisdom gleaned from trials that manifest?  
Life's compass spins ‘pon axes of desire,  
With dreams, like stars, that glimmer from afar,  
Yet as we reach, the flames of hope expire,  
Leaving naught but memories, a fractured jar.  
To ponder thus, is eve's delight and pain,  
For in reflection, we glimpse eternity,  
In fleeting moments, finds life's true refrain—  
That love, and loss, and all doth set us free.  
So let us drink from life’s sweet chalice deep,  
Embrace the fleeting, for in time we steep.