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.
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