What Is It? Poem by Robbie Hunt

What Is It?



Some call it a lie
Some see it as new life
Others see it as an act of death
It is there from the moment of birth.

It can be built in an instant
And destroyed even faster.

When it is broken
It can take an eternity to rebuild
But When it is there
It can last until the end of time.

At first it seems strange
But as time goes on it is what drives people to go on.

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Robbie Hunt

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