Life
by Peter Fagen

Plenty for some
nothing for some.

Life's sometimes like an ice cold drink
sometimes like a cup of hot tea.

Each day like a new car
smell nice and fresh never used.

Then a day could be like a wildfire destroying everything in sight
a ball of rage.

When it grows dark streets will be dance floors cars will be fumbling dancers stepping on people's feet.

By the next day's start everything will be fresh like a produce market.