What is life

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    What is life

    Why is it in life we are filled with regrets
    Is it the disappointment we get
    Or the appointments we forget
    Soaked in our own sweat
    We all get wet
    When we are caught by life’s net.

    To ourselves we make a bet
    That we shall overcome all threat
    No matter how hard it may get
    It will never stop us or make us upset
    Only to realize that like a cassette
    We all come out of this world and die like a cigarette

    We all eventually seek for that spouse
    that will definitely arouse
    A special feeling in that perfect house
    And if possible keep away mouse
    That may try to break our vows.

    Is life our only faith
    Or why then do we hate
    Although we sometimes date
    It is only a fact that we procreate
    There has always been a debate
    On why all humans wait
    At the front of that special gate
    That may lead us to our perfect mate.

    With all our strength we strife
    Just so we can live life
    Or even more importantly try to stay alive.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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