Cycle Of Life Poem by Tashira Rodriguez

Life, it's such a simple word,
Only one four letter word, and our insides are stirred.
And it has a deeper meaning than it leads on,
If you get stripped from it, you'd be vanished, gone.

What is the purpose of life?
Why do we live in a world in which we have to strive?
Stive to survive, to love, even breathe.
Murders are what make me seethe.

And that brings us to another simple word, death.
I always wonder what does through others minds as they take their last breath.
Are they calm, are they scared,
Do they think of all the times they have shared?

Why do we life, just so we can die?
Has all of our life been a complete lie?
Do we actually serve a purpose in this messed up world of ours?
Do we even have time to think, as our life counts down it's hours?