Life is but a moment; a breathe in a game to play,
where nothing is totally given and memories fill hearts in a day.
It’s where dreams are lost in realness, and mountains are too many to climb;
where money is hard to conceive and people still beg for a dime.
Life is haunting imaginings of things that never where, where the past, the present, and the future,
can be summed in one short word.
Life is wanting something too far from your grasp and reach.
Life is a legendary story, no person or book can teach.
(1969 – by Cheryl Roma Yarek. I was 9-years old when I wrote this poem.)