But life is just a fancy phase
A seed that's from the start is sown.
A life that every one can own
A part that every one must face.
Its' ups and downs is but a way,
Of telling you what world you make
If it was true or was it fake,
It makes your destiny that you sway.
For life is but an irony
It teaches you what's in your past.
For you can learn or you can just
Ignore it from all your memory.
Yet life is just a passing dream,
But somehow it will end and soon
Its' end could always be a boon
Or it could only be a scheme.
And yet as death do so enfold
Relief does come as it occurs.
For in the end it just incurs
To be of fame or just untold.
Yet death is just a simple thief
That lurks behind in every life,
And strikes unknowest in its strife
No matter what was your belief.
So now I wish this life to mend
Thus I could rest and be so blessed.
To stop a life I have possessed
And so at last this life would end.
I asked my Uncle Francis to write a Poem for me during his Spare Time (He would rather not allow me to Mention his Full Name for Privacy reasons and would have wanted me to take Credit for it - no Joke!) which also doubled as his Advice to me about what Love means to him. Here is his Response. I hope you Guys will Like it. =))
