Life

Life is a game,

Which played by all,

It is a morning star,

Which seen by all.

It has a wonder,

Which has hidden all,

Sometimes it cries,

But, smile once, at all.

Puppets are, here, many,

Dreams are also more,

Whole day is charming,

But nights create few griefs.

Soul turns to eternal,

But, body, for appearance,

Friendship is a trap,

But it also have a fun.

All are some tired,

And, Nature has relax,

Wealth has some show,

But, joy is not seen.

My life and your life,

My be something different,

Both turn to soil,

Left only name.