No Regrets
"What is life?" you may think.
It's an open door, your very last blink.
The smell of fresh cut grass and rain.
Every single drop of pain.
The death of those around you.
The breath of those that still surround you.
The absolute quiet before the storm.
The very day that you were born.
Your first steps down the hall,
When we were picked up before the fall.
The trouble we have to go through,
To find which of our friends are true.
When insecurities are your fears,
And everyday they bring you tears.
When friends and family are there for you,
Even through the things you do.
The love you will eventually find,
The day you will eventually die,
The day you hold your new born child,
Loving them even when they're wild.
This is what life means to me.
The wind that blows through your hair,
The fall of leaves will always be there.
What does life mean to you?
What will you decide to do?
Live each day with no regret.
Or hide away until there's nothing left.
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