Life is a short piece of time

We are born,

We grow,

We grow older,

and we die

We meet love

and friendship

and hatred

and fear

and then on our deathbeds,

We find ourselves

looking back

on the life that went so fast

We laugh about the funny,

cry about the sad,

smile about the happiness

We wish we could go back,

mend mistakes,

and redo the fun

We can't,

though

if life were eternal,

We wouldn't live

We'd survive,

but to live is to enjoy.