Ohh life…

I remember meeting you once, just across the street;

You looked as lively as a squirrel

Little to your knowledge I saw you walking;

Jumping, hopping long miles with criss crosses along your side

Your tiny little feet and petite hands;

two rubber bands and that mischievous smile

Bought back the meaning to my life;

Rejoiced, for my soul was alive

Times passed by and for once, I met you again;

Your were withered in despair

You found a knife and it didn’t miss you;

And Alas! You were gone

You cut the vein; as you couldn’t endeavour the pain

There was flood, a flood of blood, You were red,

DROP by drop, you ceased and came to a full STOP…