Wondering Poem by James Bush

To be alive,
Is to strive,
Having love and hate,
Wondering which will take the bait.

Wishing someone to love,
Respecting the peaceful dove,
Wanting to get rid of hate,
I think that is my fate.

Wondering if death would bring more peace to me,
Or if it would bring more pain and sorrow,
I guess I will just let things be,
Is my soul just something to barrow?

I will go on to strive,
To stay healthy and alive,
How about you?
Or are you going to die in the morning dew?