Journey

Why am I on this journey?,

for money?, 

or fame?,

or a nobel prize to gain?,

Don't know yet,

but soon know the answer of this.

It's just a kid who wrote this poem,

to know the meaning of life and fun,

or the difference between them,

Because he has to live a life,

life full of amazing cases and patients,

isn't it fascinating.

Journey of the person, 

is like a flowing liquid.

A river a stream,

that meets the major river then sea,

than all the seas and rivers meet the oceans and end.

Childhood is fun, teenage hood,

no-one can define, full of mysteries.

Then came adulthood,

Hardwork, marriage, kids, anger and patience,

All need space but anger takes the most.

Then came old age, full of misers and person’s death.

Life is selfish and cruel,

leaves a person in middle.

Death is kind and has all the qualities that humans have,

doesn't leave a person alone.

Takes him with him,

on his time.