The Choice Poem by darry ontua

Estimating our life how long or short,
Getting so much to be apart from the joy of freedom,
Residing on the past that imprisoned us,
Over the nth time it makes me rough,
Every now and then we think it’s really hard enough,
Gray color of life is what we always see.

How would we can set free from the feeling that we ponder?
When will be the time that we can stop being a wonderer
of life?

Life is a blend of sadness and joy.
Problems are rampant but happiness is satisfying.
Most of them survived but many surrendered.
And take their last breath in their own hands.

Those are the people, who never understand,
And strong enough to leave the people who love them,
They know in the other life they can find the joy of eternal happiness.
No one knows how they made it through the last,
Many knows how hard to accept,
But in the end, everyone is ought to know’
Everything has its purpose.