Life

A poem about life and living it.

A cup of coffee in the morning,

a boss's angry stern warming, 

a beeping horn, 

a laughing child,

Someone in this world that makes you smile.

Does this matter all this material?

these paper cups and rotting wood.

when you lie with your last breath coming near 

and you look back on all these years, 

what do you find that you have done 

will you find that you have won?

 Does the money serve you as you lay alone? 

In your empty bed you lay and groan

No one knows you 

there is no one to care

so you lay there in despair.

 your house 

your life 

what does it mean 

 if everything in the end was filled with greed?

 you think to your office with all your workers 

you never let her get off early

what if she missed her little son's first steps

what does it mean? 

Nothing that matters lasts forever.

though you think yourself clever,

 you cannot escape 

the fate.

that we will all come to one day

where you lay 

on your bed and breathe your last

breathe,

but you can control who hears 

your stories throughout the years

you can decide 

which you want , love ... or pride

Author's Note

NOTE PUNCTUATION. MAKES A DIFFERENCE IF YOU DO/ DON'T thanks

Reviews

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Awesome write, I like this there is alot said in this piece.

[aimless_wanderer]

well written, its great how you capture the essence of what someone might have to go through, definitely something to think about. keep writing though, there's a lot of potential in your words