Oscar's in Life

In thinking about the Oscars
Could life hand us such a prize
for the years we spent struggling
Would our efforts be recognized?

Will it award us a golden statue?
accompanied with a thunderous applause
to be elevated instantly as winners
stolen away from destiny's jaws

Alas, the thought is only in fleeting
For life does not hand out such a prize
Its only gift to you is upon birth
and it takes away on your demise

The End

0 comments about this poem Feed