'Live for the Love of It'

An 'In-Form Poet' prompt from Poetic Bloomings: Quatern.

‘Live for the Love of It’

Live for the love of it, my friend,

A loveless life comes with a cost:

Those precious moments that we spend

With heavy hearts, are moments lost.

Don’t worry so, lift up your face,

Live for the love of it, my friend,

Slow down and drop out of the race,

You’ll be the winner in the end.

While sounds and sights die out and blend,

A loving heart does not know fear,

Live for the love of it my friend,

So you may see, and you may hear.

Cut off the chains, your soul set free,

True happiness you’ll comprehend,

Go have a son, or plant a tree,

Live for the love of it, my friend.

Live for the Love of it,

The Happy Amateur