I have a life,
Full of things that could make me happy.
I have a life,
Full of people to entertain me.
I have a life,
It was never too bad.
I have a life,
Full of sunshine.
I have a life,
I take it for all of granide.
I have a life,
That gives me sorrow.
I have a life,
I don't want it to end.
I have a life,
So fragile in its state.
I have a life,
Where someone else may lose there own.
I have a life,
Full of people that die for me.
My life is lived for me,
Willed for me.
My life is suppose to be happy.
I guess I am,
But,
I can't help but feel a little sad,
For those people who lose there own,
Their one life,
For me to live another day.
I have a life,
Isn't is just happy?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is more about wars and how soldiers give up their own lives so that we can live another day. When I wrote this poem, my stepbrother was sent to Iraq during a crucial part of the war. I was just really upset and this is the product of that. I think the context is more between a poem and a story that is being told... Not sure if it's my best though.