Life

Life is something very valuable and precious

that could be sweet or much tremendous

to the mind of whomever 

the only one chance that is given

positivity and negativity could be the source of driven

mental state of mind blooming or rotting

the question is do you feel like you're flying or falling?

Life can be strong, or weak

Amazing how the littlest words can turn life very bleak

the media causing more distress

all that is left in a young mind is stress

as life goes by 

the only thing to do is try, try ,try

because life is to short to not want to

it is time to spread ones wings and fly fly fly.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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