Poems

Life is all but a simple and challenging holiday. It starts all nice today, but in the middle, it gets all rocky, and you are stuck. You dont know where and how to get rid or to avoid all those rocks that are in your way or keep coming, so when the time finally comes for you to get ahead in life . . ., oops, it stops. The train of life ends as the gas ends, and thud, there the holiday ends, and you return to your original home, which is heaven to almighty. Thus, dont trust life as its but a...