𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬

Life And Death

What is life?
What is death?
Some say life is a play.
Some say it is an experience.
While it is something we don't know.

Yesterday we might have been sad.
Today we may be a little bad.
Tomorrow we might be happy.

We don't know if we would live,
The next day or not.
We don't know if we would receive a pain,
That we would like to keep at bay.

We can only hope that it's not a bad day tomorrow.
We can only hope to live to tell,
The tale of our day.

It feels like we are
Characters of an ever going play.
It feels like we are nothing,
But we are the future,
We may not know what will happen tomorrow,
But at least we can hope.

Life is like chess,
We are the pieces,
While life itself is the Chessmaster.

Like a movie,
We are the actors and actresses,
The director is life the one
Who would live and who would die.

We can't define life,
Just like how we can't define how we are alive.

Stories are beautiful,
We favor the hero,
We hate the villain,
But in life,
There is no a hero nor is there a villain,
We do what we think is right.
To some a crime, to some not.

Children are the flowers of life,
They are the future of our kind,
Life and Death exists together.

Death is inevitable,
While life is just there.

We favor the hero,
We hate the villain,
And we forget the ones,
Who are not that important.

In life it is hard to find,
A person who treats you,
Like the protagonist,
We are not,
Yes in our own movie we are,
But in the real play we are one of the characters of life's
Cruel but beautiful game.

What we do come back to us,
If we help a person today,
We get it back one day.

We get what we give,
We learn through the passage of time,
That everything happens for a reason.
Like how a chess piece is sacrificed to win the game.

Everyone leaves after a while,
We learn,
That nothing is permanent.
Just like our life.

Life a cruel author,
Who makes some suffer,
For the things they did in their past life.

Life is also beautiful,
As it shows us that we are the same.
It doesn't matter if you are black or white or brown,
It doesn't matter if you are rich or poor or in the middle class,
Death and life accepts us all.

We are all human,
We all have a head,
And a body.
We are the same.

And life and death are the ones,
Who teaches us these beautiful things

Buddy_of_bird~

Inspired by Spirit_of_the_Night's
First poetry.