Life What Is
LIFE: WHAT IS?
Full of pain
With never any gain
This life seems to be one big willful game
Tumbling headlong through this maze of chance
Our paths are littered with memories
We seldom know
Where we are going
Nor the reason for living
Life can be brutal
It can swallow you whole
A vexatious burden for some
Who know not how to live
A joy for those who understand
That life is for living
The prolonged day to day existence
That life can seem to be
Brings both misery or hope
Depending on how empty or full
Your tea cup is
Life is to be lived
The journey to death
Is varied
No ideal way exists
That tells the truth
Of our existence
Live life to the fullest
Accept what you have
Change what you can
Hopefully you will
Figure out your life plan
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