WHAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT

Once there was a very different me. I was pain free, I could hear. I could see. I lived happily. I had health. I had wealth. I had a wife. Was she mine for life? So I thought, but this was not for me. Not to be. She preceded me.

I cried. I denied. Finally, I faced my fate. I asked myself, "Why?" I could not answer me,

Some people stay. Some people go. This is so. Life is like a picture show. It begins. It blends. What happens depends on the script the writer dipped into his pen and wrote. Like a play, a picture show, the end is certain. Final fadeout. Final curtain.