Life - Poem by Colette Grosvenor
Life can be like a big monster,
waiting to swallow you up and spit you back out again.
It can be like a deadly whirlpool, in a never ending spiral.
Where you are flung, around and around and around.
Some people say life is here to tourchure us,
To make us angry and sad.
We cry tears of hatred and fear,
fearing what will happen next.
Life is the devil, I have heard some people say,
we burn in our own anger and freeze in our sorrow.
Some people say that there is no such thing as peace,
That everyday is a war with the entire universe.
But like I said 'some people'.
My life is not at all full of these things,
my life is like the fluttering of butterfly wings,
in the month of June.
My life is the angelic song of the birds in July,
why look on the negitive side of life?
when the positive side is so much better?
Don't waste time with arguments,
Don't waste time with hatred.
Fill your soul with these words,
and spend your time wisely,
because it won't last forever.
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