Life...

LIFE
When another is gone,
we are born,
With a tiny length and breadth,
a blanket is worn
as we take in our first breath

Small hands,
small feet,
cry we can,
but still cannot eat.

taken care by our parents,
loved by many,
its like 4ever running errands,
just to fill our empty tummy.

From crawling to toddle,
from walking to running,
many things we`ll try 2 meddle,
and ofcourse, start talking.

when we`re young,
we haf no worries,
like songs are sung,
behaving like babies.

when we`re another year older,
we`re another year wiser,
we grow taller,
and ofcos, much more braver.

we learn how to talk back,
mostly 2 their elders,
What Da HECK?
especially 2 our mothers.

Mothers give birth 2 us,
took a few hours,
love us more, who does?
risking their lives 4 ours.

Soon, we arrive in the teen-age,
some hearts grew softer,
some still filling with rage,
4 that deserves a laughter...

In school, some study hard,
working hard 4 their future,
Some up 2 NONSENSE,
ASKING 4 their future.

As time goes by,
We start 2 think,
abt reaching 4 the skies,
start to have a good life.

When we have a family,
we look back,
some happy,
some sad.

The next generation of children,
will not be the same,
we`ll know wat our parents has gone through
everything might go insane

Sooner or later,
we start to feel old and weak,
everyday staring at the weather,
feeling so neglected and sick.

Is it karma?
in that state we are bound,
will u forget abt ur daddy and momma?
what goes around comes around.

When we are old,
we start 2 b dependant,
such a poor soul,
being called a useless grandparent?

As we breathe our final breath,
some say we will recall everything,
from the day we were born
untill the day of our death...

Written by Muhammad Irfan Bin Mohamed Latiff...