Everyone Dances

In life there is a multitude of avenues
Which to venture and goals to pursue
For some it is a one-way street
Others, a labyrinth, needing a guide to greet
Where you are from, it does no matter
Your ambition is the deciding factor
Nomadic disposition or settle down
Carry yourself proud & walk without a frown
As the eyes are the gate into the soul
Let them shine with love & take control
Remember your past but there do not live
Gain hope from the future & to it, yourself, give
But don't now worry about what might happen
Neither cover your face or hide in a den
Draw strength from your Saviour, life your your Lord
Build treasure in heaven where is it eternally stored
These mortal bones will one day crumble
Life is too precious to just fumble
'Cause you can be a king or a street sweeper
But everyone dances with the Grim Reaper

By Pete Scopes