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LOVING LIFE





Life is something we all share,
Just like oxygen, in the air.
The way we live it, is up to us,
With a negative or with a plus.
Life is something, we should cherish,
We never know, when we'll perish.
Live each and every single day,
Smell the flowers, stop and play.
Life is something, we've been blessed,
Choice is yours, choose your quest.
Follow your passions, and you'll be fine,
With the right attitude, you will shine.

Life is like a piece of art,
It requires lots of heart.
Choose your paint and your brush,
Take your time, avoid the rush.
Before you paint, choose your theme,
Don't be afraid, to follow your dream.
It's alright, to make a mistake.
Your painting is real, it's not fake.
Look at your painting, don't be crying,
Begin again, keep on trying.
Your painting is never fully complete,
Enjoy the process, make sure it's sweet.

To Follow your heart, and intuition,
That should be, your number one mission.
Listen to your inner voice,
Live your life, through your choice.
The point is to love, what you are doing,
Your deepest passions; should be pursuing.
Every moment, live excited,
Every morning, be delighted.
Always look forward, to what is ahead,
Your thoughts and wisdom, gracefully spread.
Living life to the fullest, is up to you,
Look in the mirror, always be true.

Life has many ups and downs,
Loving smiles and also frowns.
Good events and some are bad,
Happy emotions, others mad.
It can be a bumpy ride,
How you handle it, you decide! 

Life's Too Short
Life's too short, to simply waste,
Slow it down, don't move with haste.
Time is once, you get to spend,
Carefully choose, every friend.
Life's too short, to change careers,
Choice is yours, they're your years.
Maybe once, or maybe twice,
Look inside, to find advice.
Life's too short, to just complain,
Rid negativity from your brain.
Life's too short, time won't freeze,
Enjoy it all, won't you please.


Life and Love

Life and love share a bond,
Not through magic, nor a wand.
Each of us, both we need,
Nurture them, like a garden seed.
Life with no love, substance lacks,
To each soul, a heavy tax.
Love with no life, slowly fades,
It may take a few decades.
Life and love, has so much beauty,
We must enjoy them, that's our duty.
Open our hearts, and freely share,
Life and love, will be very fair.

I Love Life

Our life, we may shape and mould,
It's more precious, than all the gold.
As we wake, there's a shine,
From our sun, the day is fine.
With our family, life we share,
They love us back, they truly care.
We are never, ever alone,
We are people, we're not stone.
I love life, for the little things,
When a little child sings.
Abundant joy, we may create,
I love life, it's truly great!

My Life

My precious life, I live each day,
I work so hard, and try to play.
A simple, meaningful, conversation,
Leads to joy, and true sensation.
Occasionally confronted, with a struggle,
Countless emotions, simultaneously juggle.
Sometimes I win, sometimes I fail,
No matter what, there's always a tale.
From my life, I'll never hide,
Loving the journey, with every stride.
Wherever I go, one thing I'll take,
Smile of joy, each day that I wake.

Feed Life

Family, friends, food, and health,
Greatest treasures, truest wealth.
We all enjoy being happy and free,
Living life our way, is the key.
Incredible beauty, nature surrounds,
Things to see, and wonderful sounds.
Every life, has so much potential,
Feed it with love, that is essential.
Sometimes there are things, we don't approve,
We're in control, we may change and improve.
Life is here, for us to explore,
Feed it with energy, and you shall get more.


Life and Death

Life begins with something so small,
Innocent baby, could barely crawl.
Beautiful toddler, grows into a child,
Those teenage years, are often quite wild.
During adulthood, we all try to find,
Unique experiences, rewire each mind.
For several decades, we become so busy,
This is life, sometimes it's dizzy.
Years go by, we continue to age,
We approach, our final page.
The meaning of life we understand.
Death converts, our body to sand.

Sadness

Life may bring sorrow and grief,
Sometimes it's just unfairly brief.
Daily struggles, and even pain,
Body, mind, constant drain.
Dealing with an angry boss,
What about untimely loss.
Nobody deserves, to live in fear,
It has been a sad filled year!
Simple words, often hurt,
All this sadness, could we invert?
This has been the steepest slope,
Nothing left, only hope.

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