Meaning Of Life Poem by Cyerra Ashby

Meaning Of Life



I question life....
but doesnt everyone?
Is it good...
like the simple fairytales?
It is bad....
Like the villians?
Does it help you...
Like H2O and oxegen?
Does it hurt you...
Like a nagging infection?
Is it happy....
Like the warmth of a summers day?
is it sad...
Like the wilting of a pink rose?
Can anyone answer these questions I ponder? ! ? !

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