Sunset light

What is life? Is it a paper thrown away. Is it a book unread. Is it fear, is it hate. Or is it love, and friendship. Life is all these things. Life is the book that was never written it's pages thrown away. Leaving life in a disarray.

(Let's see who will help continue making this poem.)

life the only source of experience of pain and misery that most peoplw will adventually see but no matter how much our brqins say survival in the end we all die and before we go we migh hqve a chqnce to say goodbye

But we have loved in life and we have cherished the moments we had made. We look on ready for a new adventure. For hope fills us and compels us. Since we have made a mark there are things to say goodbye to. Goodbye to the world that has brought me joy and pain. Love and hate. Goodbye to all those who have stood by me. We look on and wait for when the day comes we will be ready.