Life Is What You Make It Poem by Michael Yoder

Pick up those sticks and stack them like you mean it.
Make up some tricks and rack them how you see fit.
In the end you will feel some pride.
Win, don't bend, just enjoy the ride.
Life is what you make it, so why not make it good?
Strife is not contagious, so fly above that mood.
Take your time and have fun with all you do.
Pick your mind of doubt and run with what is you.
Embrace that that you cannot control,
And retake that that you can mold.