What a life we find ourselves
Everyday is pain or gain
Nothing seems to be smooth again
the little we built is tearing apart.
The street is very unfriendly
The house is nothing but lonely
Just at the verge of reaching happiness
All of a sudden, it's nothing but sadness.
What a life we fight to live
Hustling and bustling still to survive
We try our best to still stand tall
But all of this nothing but vain.
What's a Life full of broken trust
We run to the family, they turn to enemies
We turn to the world, they spit at us
Nobody cares and nobody will.
Even the rich have what they lack
What of the poor, they lack the most
Which side are we supposed to be on
Imagine a life without a balance.
Oh What a Life full of losses
We lose loved ones, even family
Material things, we can't mention
Then at the end we are all weak.
What then is our hope of living
When we know that we all will die
Only one thing is our comfort
A better life is waiting for us.
Beautiful poem my friend