A Licence To Live

This poem is based on a prison licence, a document with terms and conditions that people sign on release from prison.

On this day
The day of your birth
You have been released
You’re licence period extends
From now until the moment
You become deceased

You have one condition, to live
One directive
To transform life from a prison
To a prism
One that reflects and refracts
Every shade of joy

In addition to this condition
You are encouraged
To share and spread this joy
You cannot be recalled
But to breach this licence
Is only on your conscience

You have a licence to life
Signed by your first breath
You have a licence to live
The condition and your task
Will make it either a blast
Or something viewed
Through a death mask

Dave James Horn © 

The image was observed in Folkestone, I can take no credit.