if you think about it, life is simply a bowl full of cherries. <br />each cherry you pick is different. <br />sour or sweet, <br />like good or bitter memories. <br />each one has a pit, <br />like trials and hardships that happened before. <br />all of them have a stem, <br />something that helps you hold that memory close, <br />but can sometimes be removed, <br />whether you want it to be or not. <br />don't eat them too fast, <br />eat them as slow as you can. <br />life doesn't last forever.<br /><br />Breey Hayden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-is-simply-a-bowl-full-of-cherries/
