Cory Calder

(1991-)

Life


Life is short, life is sour,

Slowly marching by the hour.

Life is fun, life is sweet,

Filled with dreams of no deceit.

Life is hard, life is gloom,

We fear our coming doom.

Life is family, life is friends,

We hope to never meet the ends.

Life is fear, life is greed,

Living under an evil creed.

Life is love, life is beauty,

Carefree of any duty.

Life is evil, life is lust,

We find it hard to give trust.

Life is hope, life is sharing,

Showing others were always caring.

Life is war, life is hate,

All destined for the same fate.

Life is good, and life is bad,

It always makes us happy and sad.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Edited: Wednesday, June 25, 2008

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