Reality seems to be an elusive factor,
we search for it from birth to the hereafter.
It's different for each in their own way,
to some it doesn't exist, or so they say.
Maybe some things are more real than others,
and many learn what's real from their mothers.
What's real today may not be real tomorrow.
Some things real bring joy, others bring sorrow.
Most things real don't seem to last,
they may be there now but soon they're past.
Some ads claim to be the real thing,
but what they promise is not what they bring.
The public is bombarded with such a clatter,
just buy this and it'll change what's the matter.
Use this, use that, you'll slim down now,
we're real, you can trust us somehow.
The only thing real is unconditional love.
The kind of love taught to us from above.
It transcends and goes beyound all other things,
it's the most real of anything this life brings.
Love is the thing that assures our future here.
If you find it, cherish it, hold it near.
With love, there is yet hope for our race.
With enough love, we'll see God face to face.