Life is walked in ill-fitting shoes
many times mended:
glossy high-heels are parody.

Life is played by self-taught bands
the childs rattle, the broken reed:
competent orchestras are parody.

Life, brief as a sneeze
complex as merging galaxies:
a written history is parody.

My life is surprised, often, by smiles,
open arms- and overwhelming gratitude:
To parody this has to be senseless,
and as near as can be the meaning of 'evil'.

Life is valued in precious episodes 
strung on time's necklace:
a string of pearls for sale it is not.

And life means being

unable to say you're not sorry.