My life is at stake
and my future is in the sky,
Poverty has become my plaque
but no one hears my cry.
I wonder everyday
If my life has a purpose,
but I don't have to delay
for the meaning of life is
life of purpose itself.
Look at life, how unpredictable it is,
sometimes smooth, at times rough,
You rejoice today, tomorrow you mourn,
So I have to be tough
and fight on,
for life is how you make it.
Abekah Emmanuel
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-life-476/
