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The Life Force The essence of stars, And of beautiful flowers, That which being ignites, And thought itself lights; Even in the depths of the sea, Forms of life come to be, And like the phoenix of yore, Seems to rise evermore; What is this force so great, What is this miraculous state, That spark which life kindles, And which in an instant dwindles?

Chance Or Fate Is it chance or fate, That governs our life's state? When all is said and done, And when the race is run, Who is to say what prevailed, What determined we won or failed? Perhaps it is a roll of the dice, Or some other fated device, One person goes to Yale, Another person goes to jail, One person becomes a monk, Another person is a drunk. Maybe it is all up in the air, And happiness or despair, Success and failure too, Are decided by me and you, By our attitude and thought, Our life may be wrought.

Soul Essence Blue waves in balmy seas, The scent of morning evermore, The waft of lilacs in the breeze, The white sands upon the shore; The distant sunset's warm glow, The manatee basking in a cove, The tide's rythmic ebb and flow, The birds flocking in a drove; The silver moon in the night, The stars flickering array, The golden dawn's first light, The faint breath passing away.

Wednesday's Child Wednesday's child is full of woe, And does much sorrow know. Wednesday's child has a life, That is filled with much strife. For Wednesday's child all the while, The world is full of bitter bile, And unhappiness all life long, With sadness as life's only song. So while others may laugh and sing, And find happiness in most everything, And run all about and games play, They were not born on a Wednesday.