Life is a race,
never to be erased.
Life is a journey,
filled with bitter and honey.
It is a scripture packed with load’s of picture.
It is a bus driving down the road to our future..
It is the proof of our existence,
the measure of our prominence.
It is a gift from the creator, one with no superior.
Life, life is beautiful;
as beautiful as the blooming of a rose flower.
Life, life is good.