Paradoxes on Legs

This poem is one of my many reflections on life, this one deals with the question: is life good? Is life bad? I don't think life had much to do with it. It's all about us and perspective.

Life is life, she says

She wins the lottery.

Life is good, she smiles in delight

Savoring the words, the moment

To it she clings, and hopes on.

Life is good, she singsongs

She forgets to do her homework.

Forgets, forgets, forgets

Life sucks, she sulks

Remember, remember, remember

Her hands momentarily lose their grip

She hits her head

Ouch,

Yet she clings on.

Life is bad, she says, resigned and cynic.

She has a good time with her friends

It must be luck, she wonders

Her grip strengthens

At long last she wonders,

Is life good? Is life bad?

Is it anything at all?

Maybe both?

She looks down on her dangling legs,

She still holds on to the tree of life.

She won the lottery, and life was good

She forgot her homework, and life was sour

Yet she clings on.

My, she thinks

I am a paradox-

to hope and despair,

both at the same time!

Yet to still cling on…

I am a paradox.

A paradox on legs!