That’s life


Being happy is like being old.
You know you've grown to become it, but it'll one day end.
Reincarnation and then it happens again.
Like the flowers you once help as a child; so luscious and full of life,
To get too much sun and wilt over and die.
Life to be lived by those who cannot give an endless amount of time.
We breathe, we crawl, we love, we sin.
So much of the world to see and not enough time in the hands of thee.
We produce little sprouts from the heavens to see what we did not come to see.
Death in the hands of the people who create their happiness,
To repeat and give life to new little ones in need.
;That is life.

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