Life Is What You Make It

Birth-well, that's the beginning I can't remember much A flash of light, Cold, then warmth, And that's it, really. Toddler- that's what I was When I was learning to walk I'd stumble, then fall And get back up Only to tumble over again Child- the first day of school Was when I became this I met some friends Ran around, and played Blissfully naive and happy Teen- when I was Trying to break Every rule that confined me I wanted to be my own person But I just couldn't think Of who I was. Adult- older then, But still learning Each and every day I wanted my life on track I did my job the best I could To make the money for me And now, I lie At the end Wondering what my life Would have been If I had tried to make someone else Happy, instead of me. Perhaps I would have been content But now it is too late So heed my words And try to make more Of your life, before It is too late And you meet the embrace Of Death.