Life is a clock
Swinging between
Sorrows and joy;
Not between numbers

Life is rain
Smiling and weeping,
Sometimes with its horror
Destroying everything

Life is a bubble
Disappearing in no time
Life is selfish often,
It wants everything for itself
Still life misses something
Worth having

Life is a journey
Sometimes it takes us
To crossroads
And persuades to choose
Between ways...

But it goes on and on
Until it merges into death