Life, by miss insashable
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Life, what does that mean?
What is my purpose for living?
Is it to wake up so eager and keen?
Is it to laugh like never been seen?
Is it to smile with all life's regrets?
Is it to try to be the very best?
Is it for money and powers so grand?
Is it to try and be the best man?
Or is it to be, a witness to thee,
And show how life should really be?
Meanings of life, so different are mine,
To love, to loose, to share through good and through bad,
To show your feelings even when you're sad.
A smile so simple and touch so soft, this is the meaning of
life defined,
This presence as if to remind.
Someone is making a difference in mine,
Through acts of kindness and love always,
Their love is going to stay; it is with me this very day.
So life is what you make it,
Be careful not to break it.
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Posted: 2009-01-22 12:47:05 UTC |
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2009-05-15 21:28:12 | ... |
Oooh I really like this, it sounds great. I can't believe no one else has commented on this poem - it's really good! |