Life
Life is a gift, a gift whose value we know not until we have it not
Life is a precious stone undiscovered
Its that little gift that we take for granted
Its that breathe we breath everyday like its normal
Its waking up each morning like you did yesterday
Eating walking talking like its the norm of the day
Life is that thing that we have each day
life, life is life
And it's sweet
Sometimes bitter, others sour but always good
Sometimes we wish we'd have it forever, others we want it to end now
But we hope it never does
Sometimes it frustrates us
Others it rejuvenates our lost hope
As the clock
Never stops
Never fully satisfies
That's life
Mould it or take it as it comes.
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