My Life Is Mine Primarily

My life is mine and not for sale – Something to be lived just by me; Come what may, storm, tornado, gale! I should live well and much freely My life is like a paper boat, Adrift upon the seven seas; I am akin a mountain goat That climbs the tough terrain with ease. My life is like a house built well, Upon a rock and founded strong; Nobody need advise or tell, To live how best and for how long. My life is like a pot I make With patience, finesse, talent, skills; It does not matter how I bake, As long as contentment me fills! My life is like a pleasant trip To where I want I make my way; It does not matter plane or ship, I always have the final say! My life is like portrait made Clumsy, shabby, with splattered ink; The water spilled then makes it fade, Because I took a nap and wink! My life is like a steeple chase; I know I cannot run for long; There are more hurdles I can’t face; Let it be my own plaintive song. My life is like a book I write, Always remaining incomplete; I put my might and add my mite; I beat a hasty, Oh, retreat! My life is like a gift from God – Most precious thing on earth I got; I do not want to earn His rod; I am the Maker’s special pot!