Can It Be? – A Poem

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As 2012 approaches, I stopped and pondered about the previous year, and life in general. This is what came out:
Can it be
that life has afforded me
the chance to be,
to sink or swim on a whim
while the earth spins on a pin?
Whatever floats your boat is buoyancy you see.
Can it be?

Can it be
that my soliloquy
can be heard
without a herd
through thick and thin
with legs to run up under the sun?
Whatever melts your butter
is heat aflutter.
Isn’t that neat?

Can it be
that my eyes can see
as far as they can see
up to what lies on
the edge of the horizon?
Whatever lights your candle
is the spark that’s aim became a flame.
Is it all the same?

Can it be
that our brains can admire
that which we can inquire,
before we must expire?
We better aspire
to live man-on-wire.
Whatever blows your hair back
is the wind, I grinned.
“Life is short”, I rescind.
Life is life. Let it be lived without chagrin.