Sierra Staten

(4/17/97 / Newman, California)

The Fact of Life


The fact of life is, we won't be happy all the time.
More than half the time we will be stressed.
Sad.
Angry.
But that shouldn't stop us from going outside;
From getting up after being pushed down.
Without the storm we would have nothing.
We would feel nothing.
Happiness wouldn't exist, and we'd have no purpose to live.
The fact of life is, without the bad times, we'd have no good times.

Submitted: Tuesday, September 03, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 04, 2013

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (The Fact of Life by Sierra Staten )

Enter the verification code :

  • Tomis Alex (9/4/2013 6:41:00 AM)

    Happiness wouldn't exist, and we'd have no purpose to live... i agree with you. (Report) Reply

  • Gajanan Mishra (9/3/2013 8:45:00 PM)

    good time is always with us, but alas, we failed to trace. good write.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

Read all 2 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Elimination of Stress and Strife in My L.., K J Force
  2. Philip's Philippines, Richard Thripp
  3. less, lee fones
  4. Boven de Mens'lijkheid, Madrason writer
  5. Sleep To Dream, Arafat Driche
  6. The curse of poverty, Arafat Driche
  7. The Statue, Arafat Driche
  8. House hunting, Nalini Chaturvedi
  9. Mother Mother Mother..............! ! !, Arafat Driche
  10. Night of Nights, Arafat Driche

Poem of the Day

poet Sir Walter Scott

The moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae,
And the Clan has a name that is nameless by day;
Then gather, gather, gather Grigalach!
Gather, gather, gather Grigalach!

...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]