Life

At times when I\'m relaxed, when I\'m at ease,
To pass time when I\'m walking in the breeze,
Thinking about my past,what I have left behind.
There is one question that\'s always on my mind.
It concerns that, which is on earth is rife.
The question I often ask myself, \"What is life?\"

Why do human beings smile when they are pleased?
Yet people shed tears when their dreams have feased.
And quite the same reaction when someone has deceased.
Some are quite eager and happy to get a wife.
Some are too eager to make their wife ex-wife.
They say \"Wife is a knife that cuts off the thread of life.\"
What the heck is all this about? \"What is life?\"

A baby always cries the moment it is born.
And after a night it always will be morn.
If you touch fire, you will withdraw your hand.
And what you throw up has to come back and land.
They say all these are the facts of life.
I mean, Can anyone tell me \"What is life?\"

Scientists and Artists have solved many things.
There\'s been great effort by some human beings.
Great brains have failed to form a complex equation,
That could summarize the rules and bounds of creation.
It seems for an answer, like me many have and do strife,
For many have tried to know one thing, \"What is life?\"

For some life is a gift and for some its a game,
For some its a drama and for some everything is same.
In life some want fame and some want a dame.
They say there is heaven and there is hell\'s flame.
Then there are people who just calmly play their fife.
They do not bother or care to know \"What is life?\"

I too have an answer, much more close to reality.
Life is a Sexually transmitted disease with 100% mortality.

I wonder looking at the people who are just happy to survive & thrive,
Maybe they dunno Life\'s Shit from which they will never get out alive.

You may not agree with me, you may be one among the Fad.
You may read this poem and say this lad is mad.
But then all you can do is just, Color Me BADD.

-Dumpstead