What is life?
A bed of roses or a pillow of thorns?
A slowy cascade or a speedy pool?
...
I love thy heart of gold,
Won't trade it for a soul of bronze,
The tint in your eyes when you gaze,
The softness of thy dark unkissed lips,
...
Life
What is life?
A bed of roses or a pillow of thorns?
A slowy cascade or a speedy pool?
A gentle vale or a steepy cape?
A bright night or a dark day?
A farm of brothers or a horde of rivals?
An harvest of love or the sowing of hate?
A world of you(s) and me(s) or a world of us?
Where we shed joyful tears or gnash with painful teeth?
O life; pain we must enjoy and gain that shouldn't drive us insane.