What Is Life? Poem by Che Ilustre Lebosada

I often wondered what sort of person i am,
And I looked at the mirror hoping to know the answer,
I saw my reflection looking back at me,
Then i sighed, i shrugged and look away...

I had mistakes and i didn't regret it,
But then I am asking myself a countless what if's? ,
I missed some opportunities to follow the dreams i thought its best,
But still the question is there, would my life be better if i do the right way?

Somehow I started not to believe in coincidence,
All things and people around us has a purpose in our life,
They are there to help us mold of what we are today,
And they let us realize how worthy we are despite of deficiency,

Years coming too fast I even forgot to count the day,
Life seemingly so short as everyone say,
Everything changes everyone come and goes,
What is life if memories will only be there for us to be treasured..