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Life’s A Canvas Painted

SUNDAY SUNRISE FOR THE BARD

By Don Kenton Henry

 

Sun rise or sun set, it’s hard to know which is best

A day of honest labor, or one of rest

A day begun or day done, like a song to be written or a song sung

A spring breeze or a winter’s blast

A first love . . . or a last

Which would you choose

A life still young or the bountiful life of a well lived one

A passed test, or a failure’s lesson

Each day’s end can provide a different answer, each dawn a different mission

Each one a picture painted by two hands, one yours and one unseen

One sets the scene

One lives the dream

 

Life consists of broad brush strokes . . . graduations, war, peace, marriage, births of children, death of parents

Interspersed with deft dabs and flecks of tears and laughter

Life’s a song and you’re the dancer 

 

Take it, seize it

Grasp it, feel it

Live it honest and live it strong

Breathe life in and hold it long … for in one breath out, all will be gone

Life consists of measured brush strokes, a few bad choices and sometimes starting over

Two hands … one brush … one canvas

One life painted

 

Let the child live in a child’s world

Help him catch the frog and the pollywog

Tell him kiss the girl with the ribbon and curls

And tell him how you set all three free … when you were a lad as young as he

Let him play with the puppy and rest his tired head on the old dog

He’ll come to know each brings a separate treasure and, in these moments, his life will be measured

 

Take it, seize it

Grasp it, feel it

Live it honest and live it strong

Breathe life in and hold it long … for in one breath out, all will be gone

Life consists of measured brush strokes, a few bad choices and sometimes starting over

Two hands … one brush … one canvas

One life painted

 

And, in the end, you’ll ask yourself

Did my sun come up more than it went down

And did my life bring more smiles than it did frowns

And the answer to the first is … no greater than one more or less, one than the other

For that was played by the unseen hand

But the answer to the second shall be answered by others

Brothers, sisters, sons, daughters and lovers

And strangers benefited by unexpected of random acts of kindness

 

Take it, seize it

Grasp it, feel it

Live it honest and live it strong

Breathe life in and hold it long … for in one breath out, all will be gone

Life consists of measured brush strokes, a few bad choices and sometimes starting over

Two hands … one brush … one canvas

One life painted

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