Short; I’ve learned that life is too short,
What are the necessities of such a sport?
Live, live, little by little, enjoy it all,
Your childhood, youth, adulthood, cycled circle
Of flaws that turn into strengths
That raise you up to a pinnacle of breaths
That feel uniquely important for you not to fall.
The abyss below can be a starkly black ball,
Or a bright sunny day filled with fun and play.
Enjoy the rainbows that come after a rainy day.
Those days are infrequent, transient,
And easily missed if you’re mired in your own dejected
Despair, whose darkness can’t be pierced
By the frivolity, fun, smiles, laughter of living and dead.
Don’t, don’t let that despair put you down,
Scare it away with your strength of will!!!!
Poetry for Change 