English III - 6th period
Nov 1, 1993

Life

Life is so precious.
It is simply a dust devil in the wind.
Yet we want to grow up so fast,
Only to die and be forgotten.

Is there nothing else,
But to live and die?

Life is so precious.
Should we not learn to love,
Take our time,
And stop and smell the roses?

Is there nothing else,
But to love and live?

Life is so precious.
If we learn to love,
Will not our life mean more,
Than before?

There is so much else to life,
Love is what it worth living.

Life is so precious.
So strong and hard,
Yet so fragile and weak.
Are we able to balance between the two?

There is so much to life.
Are we able to be what is needed by others?

Life is so precious.
So busy is everyone,
Letting life fly by.
Is there nothing we can do to slow it down?

There is so much to life,
Can we choose what is important?

Life is so precious.
How can we just throw it away?
How can we assume that it is cheap?
How can we ruin something so sweet?

There is much in life,
How can we put a price on it?

There is little sweet life left,
Don’t throw it away,
Don’t let it get away,

Because you can never get it back.

I wonder what all I was thinking about as I wrote this. Love, perhaps? Seems I thought about love a lot back then.