I'm Living

As most of my other poems, this one has 100 words as well. (That picture's an old one, as well. I was on the right, next to my brother)

I don't know why I thought to die,

but that was horrible anticipation.

Of course I'll live: I'l certainly try,

on our wonderful, dearest nation.

 

As I do have a wonderful folks,

it's just that I lost most friends.

My family has given me hopes,

and wants me to go, not end.

 

I certainly love my household,

all of my clan is really, sweet.

They have me under control,

my clan is just, so, very neat.

 

That gives me a nice concept,

to not think of death anymore.

Maybe I can then, do prospect,

with my people: all dear four.