Test

By Cliff Lake

 

Test

 

Onto this plane he has been set,

In this world but the guest.

Many days still lie ahead,

Before he takes his rest.

Naked does he enter,

And we hope for the best.

Markedly is he watched,

Many is the test.

 

Sent out into the world,

There is attempt to advise it:

“Reality is simple,

One only has survive it.”

 

In this existence we are set,

In this life we but guests.

Many days will lie ahead

Before we take our rest.

Naked are we sent out,

And we expect the best.

Trials beset our watch,

Many is the test.

 

Unlearned step into the world,

A word spoken in private:

“Reality is ample,

It is up to you to thrive it.”

 

We find ourselves in this place set,

Remember we are guests.

Days and days are still ahead,

Before we come to rest.

Naked were we sent out,

And we must make the best,

Of what is given on our watch,

Many is the test.

 

Unversed we venture in the world,

It’s said that some divide it:

“Reality is subtle,

Too many will connive it.”

 

Into this berth we are now set,

We travel here as guests.

Our days are short, yet still ahead,

Before we have our rest.

Naked we are sent out,

And hoping for the best.

Surviving trials on our watch,

Many are the tests.

 

Cliff Lake 2/17/2026

Copyright © Clifford Lake 2026

Location: Wichita, KS, USA

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