Life

Life is a boxer;
    it deals blows
    in lunatic whimsy

Life alone tells an epic legend,
    one of ceaseless sojourn
      through desolate wastes

Life at meeting is enigmatic,
    with many questions
    and no time for answers

Life at home sings a song,
    the same yet sung
    in many voices

Life with another begins an era,
    a time of peaceful joy
    in well-kept vineyards

Life away makes many lives tame;
    a cycling whirlpool of longing,
    it waits to end

A life of loss opens a new chapter,
    one with damp pages
    made wet by recent mourning

Life is also a slave
    to the one who lives it
    the master of direction