Original Poems

Life

Life is a test,

though holds some hope,

some wish they could just lay to rest,

others keep hold of the rope.

I have days when I want to give up,

but I go on,

I don't stop.

Some days we don't like the sun,

and we feel wrong,

but we are here,

and need to stay strong,

no matter what we hear.

We need to cherish our life,

and what we have,

through all glad and strife,

and we may need a stave,

but through thick and thin,

to the bitter end,

no matter when,

we shall not bend.

Life is a test,

though holds some hope,

some wish they could just lay to rest,

others keep hold of the rope.