A poem about life

A LETTER TO LIFE, MY DEAREST FRIEND

When my mother gave you to me,
I couldn’t help but cry.
For the first time I could see,
Why many men would wish they had wings to fly.

Unsurprisingly, the first thing the doctor gave to me was a slap,
Which according to him, was to ensure you were in me
But what was surprising was that as I cried, I heard the midwives clap
How can they find joy in misery? I asked myself in mystery

But as I grew older, I began to understand
That there was more to you than meets the eye
And though much are the mysteries in your hand,
You still in some conditions, make me sigh

Life is Short, is this what life has to offer?
I often hear people say,
But I realize that the most I can do is to try not to suffer
loving every moment of what you’ve given me today

Oh life, I can’t believe I still love you despite all I’ve seen,
I can’t just stand the fear and horror of loosing you;
The past, the future and what ever lies between,
Is something I most learn to accept while am in the queue

Finally, I think I ought to tell you,
That the difference between those who find happiness in you and those who don’t
Are not those who you’ve given everything?
But those who make the most out of everything you’ve given them

Oh life, I am so much in love with you,
That I can’t stand the thought of loosing you
Try and teach me not to waste my days with you
So that in the after life I can still be with you.