'Life'
by Sam Worboys
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Someone once told me of a film,
Where no lines were written but improvised,
Any prepared word would faulter and be lost.
Loved ones died, others married,
The course of love could be seen by one, rarely both.
Where the thought of keeping and enemy
Closer than a friend was unthinkable.
Where love could be found in the strangest of places,
Never foreseen but always a surprise.
Where a man and his family,
Could see the fates, past and future, of others...
But somehow not of their own.
Where beauty could only truly be seen,
By ones own untainted eye.
Where one place kept the man alive,
Standing with his brothers,
The curtains drawn.
Where hope inspired a life to lead,
Hope above all else.
The hope of something...
The unknown...
A dream.
The film was entitled 'Life'.
 
But I've yet to see it all.
 

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