LIfe

by Hidden1   Apr 6, 2008


If it ain't one thing, it's another.
Why is life filled with so much pain, strife, and struggle?

We do all we can to keep our head above water,
But weights are put on and we quickly submerge under ocean deep water.

When it rains it pours, we think one problem is fixed, the up pops 10 more.
Life moves too fast and it's hard to pick ourselves up from the filth, debris, and dirt.
But when we do another comes and it feels like someone punched us in the face, back in the muddy dirt.

Don't make a mountain out of a mole hill.
That's how life is, it cascades like a snowball zooming down hill.

What is there left to do when we've gave life our best fight?
We've taken every possible punch, dodged every blow, been out for the count, and yet we are in the ring for more.
Do we just give up and let life win?
Or do we take every problem as a lesson, and when life steps to us, we are fighting to win.

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  • 16 years ago

    by erin girl

    I like the metaphores used in this poem
    with the dirt and mudd. It's true life is tough but alot of good comes with it too!

  • 16 years ago

    by KJ

    Very niice poem =)
    What I really liked about it is the fact that you used voice throughout the whole. Also, very good job in your choice of vocabulary
    Perfectly written
    5/5