Existence Poem by Rebecca Stansfield

For here this is and that is where,
existence is all among,
for tears, laughter, and heart-bare
that cannot expire,
but when this is that and you are there,
and because you don't know where,
and why we laugh and cry for all the more,
but never inside forget,
of a heart beating inside the insides,
is one that is of some,
but could life ever tell why it is that we try,
this there gentle night,
where we say hello, we say goodbye,
where we smile we laugh we cry.