Life (an acrostic poem)

Like a new flower it starts in youth and beauty,

So wonderful are those first days.

But just as a flower, it perishes and decays,

This we cannot change, that is its duty.

Ideal to live forever, for some,

I cannot see why,

They wouldn't rather die.

Why they'd rather eternally stay the impurity they've become.

Few live as fortunately as I believe we all should,

Why do so many live in poverty and pain,

While others sit around acting so vain?

If life were fair, we'd have all the chances and life would be good.

Everywhere you look you see violence and hurt,

This isn't the way we were meant to live,

We were meant to live to the fullest, to forgive.

We need to love again, to revert.

The End

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