(16/01/2013) What is Life?
What is a human life
but growing day by day?
Starting as a child,
then slowly turning grey.
What is a human life
but staring at the stars?
Coming to the truth
of how small we really are.
What is a human life
but a precursor to death?
Living for the little things
until we draw our final breath.
There is a voice in you,
just as there is in me.
That tells us human life,
no, all life, is poetry.
©2013 Alex Hicks
Posted on 16/01/2013, in Poetry and tagged death, growing, life, living, old, poems about poetry, poetry, what is life, writing. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
Human lives to be humanely, to seek and learn , to be happy..yes it is a poetry and lyrics are the days we pass.
Hi Alexander,
Thank you for sharing your well-written poem with us. It is similar to one of my poems at http://soundeagle.wordpress.com/2012/10/19/%e2%9d%84-%e2%9d%85-%e2%9d%86-snowflakes-tell-me-why-you-are/ in that begins with the same question. Please read mine and see what you think.