it is but a simple thing. <br />This thing we call life. <br />We hold it so dear yet means nothing to me. <br />What is this thing we call life. <br />It is nothing but the hope of finding what we need. <br />We watch as the leaves change and fall we simply sit here and wait. <br />Wait for it to all end. <br />If life means so much to all of us why do we just sit back and wait. <br />Why wait for death to takes its tole. <br />It is but a silly thing to think about. <br />This thing called death you know. <br />Is there anything to really really fear. <br />A real scare. <br />But is there really. <br />I have often found myself wondering just that. <br />Why is it so scary. <br />I have lived my life. <br />Ah that is it the word life. <br />Everyone wants to live it. <br />But now I start to wonder about it.<br /><br />Kelsea Osterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-or-death-24/
