What is life
So many would ask.
What is the object.
Behind the mask.
Some see the good.
Like rainbows and sun.
A joyous thing.
In which we run.
Some see the bad.
Like pain and tears.
Afraid to live.
Because of their fears.
What do I think.
I'll tell you my dear.
Death comes to all.
Our time is short here.
Life has no meaning.
It's from quick to severe.
Death is what matters.
It lasts forever.
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