Poetry

Life

You have been written about many times,
By many voices each with a different outlook.
You could end just by the drop of a dime.
I am, because of you, sometimes left shook.

Why are you such a fickle thing?
Is there some meaning to you we need to find?
Sometimes you are just hanging on by a string.
All of the worries about you are in our mind

You can be hard during multiple points,
But there are also times where you are amazing.
I would like to know where to find the endpoints,
But there is just one single little thing.

In the end you will just disappear.
There has to be something making it worthwhile.
Sometimes we can't help but to cheer.
After all, we all just need something to smile.