Sitting on my porch 

Moon full and bright

I ponder all that is life

The dreams we have

The hopes we carry

The loves we win

The loves we lose

Its up to us to choose

Joy

Happiness

Hate

Love

Pain

Regret

A endless list

Are we really that blind to the mysteries of life

She spreads her table and invites us all to feast

We jockey and jostle for a better seat

Only to land at her feet

She holds no judgments

She hands out no justice

But sometimes she will bare knuckle us

In these moments of pain

We find out just how tolerant she can be

She gives us limitless options on how to proceed

For every ending she gives us a new beginning

For every sunrise there is a sunset

For every love lost there is love to be found

Everything in its time everything in its place

Is it merely selection on our part to make life so irrelevant ?

Free will run amok

That we are to be blinded by her gifts

She makes no promises only a place at her table

What you pile on your plate is your own choosing