Hung in there

So Is Life

So is life,
Like Harverest ranges to some and ming gorges to others.
Some walk it duck-soup and others slip into Turks
Blessed dwells in the hot golden sands of the east, but full of haze to breathe
Starvation for some no appetite for others
Like fingers, never at the same size and level
We are never equal but we are ever alive

So is life.