We live and die once

a life starts with joy,
memories are hardly to destroy,
whether they stand for a good taste,
or the one haunt us making past full of regrates,
still we live n none can sense what grows in yo heart.

happiness a key of living that everyone wants,
sadness appears as mistake in steps we make,
not the smile to hide what we truly feel,
its the pain dragging our life with tears veil,
we try to live with it and mostly in God we rely.

it cost a lot to loose a person you cherish,
only because death has to do with it,
yet we know death favours no man,
still it looks not fair at all in turn,
a wound left inside to heal takes time.

every tear carrying grief,
shows how much love we give,
to others it might seem odd,
if it was warm it would be cold,
cause you know how much that person means to you.

we live once,
and we die once,
dont take life as a test,
make the most of it.