A Young Poet's Thoughts Upon Life

If I'm to Die

What path is there in life?
Living to die,
Dying to live?
We fade day by day,
Wandering our past.
Dreams, hopes, and love coalesce into one,
Bring forth meaning.
So, what is the point of life?
That is for the eye of the beholder to discern.
From a doll tossed back and forth
It still holds place in a child's past.
For our lives,
Mean nothing to anyone but ourselves,
and those in our hearts.