Don’t Wish, Sure

Lives crop up non-stop,
And lives stop, non-stop.
Who can know for sure
If right now there’s less
Or more, more or less?

Take it as it comes;
Be it as it goes.
There’s no choice in choice.
You choose and you choose
What chose and chose you.

Life stops up and crops
Lives far and lives close.
You see how it goes
And feel when they go.
As far as that goes,

You are how it goes.
You might pry a shell
That’s been force-fed pearls.
You might pull whole books
From words stuck in you.

You wish it were less
And then wish for more.
It’s tough not to wish.
The stops come non-stop.
Life crops up a lot.