LIFE IS LIKE A CONSTANT STRING OF PRAYERS

Life is like
a constant string of prayers
.

You breathe and breathe
and pray and pray,
on your feet,
in a too hard or very comfy seat
lain prone or supine
or bent upon your knees,

without really knowing
if the answers
or the air
are there.

For,
none of us,
neither in limo
nor in bus,
is a consummate, infallible soothsayer.

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