Life

Life

Why can't I write a poem now,
It's like I've been trapped in a spell,
I'm wanting to empty every thought,
Wanting to empty what I've been taught,

I've been taught life is unpredictable,
You think you've got it but then you lose it all,

So now it's time to make a stand,
Try and help make your life grand,
What is it you've got to do,
Follow me and I'll take you through,

Now I believe that I'm an angel,
Helping people and being able,
To tackle God's tests and prove my worth,
So I can stay here on his Earth,

When I'm helping I feel good,
Like every other person should,
And happy memories start to build,
Knowing what I'm doing can not be killed,

And when it's time for one of God's tests,
Like my Nan dying or Mum going in the head,
I just remember the people I've helped,
To help me pass and help me carry on to help,

The differences that I have made,
Have really proved out to be great,
Opening doors and shutting gates,
And mainly making really great mates,

Like Vince the illegal immigrant,
I kept him in the country and he's loving it,
Able to see his daughter and getting married,
These great memories that I have carried,

So what is it I've got to say,
Nothing really cause I've just displayed,
And if you do not understand this,
Then just don't worry about it.