Poem

What if a single rose was the cure for cancer? What if the "SECRET OF LIFE" was a QUESTION instead of an ANSWER? What if we searched our whole lives for that one thing RARE, only to find it was an ILLUSION when we got there? What is there to fear when we take our last breath.... death after life, or life after death? Deeply consoled with shallow yearns...with holes in our pockets daily losing what we've already earned...and thus, we question, our minds incomplete, and our "fearless" nights marked with stars foretelling our defeat. It is there that we find our greatest inspiration...unorthodox Revelation.  -Sharon Grose