What is life
It's a place with love and hatred
It's a place with hope and despair
Where we can only hope that love wins because that is what gives us hope.
It's not the thought of love thet gives us hope.
But it's the people that surround us.
And love us that give us hope.
And a purpose to keep on living.
It's not the bad stuff that keeps us here.
But it's the good stuff.
Even if we can't always see the good part.
It's there to find.
That is what life is.
A world with ups and downs but with always with a way out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem