Truth Of Life

Down In the bushy way,

Is the place where I stay.

It was the Month of May,

And I had some cookies in my tray.

    

     Life was not so easy,

     Everyone around me were  busy.

     Near me it was so noisy,

     That sound was from my   pussy.

All I need is a Life,

Without a strife.

But my poor Life,

Makes me walk in the edge of a knife.

 

     Life is like a sea,

     There's always a wave after the other.

     Every lock has a key,

     So, stay calm and move  further.

Love, Kindness and Patience,

Are the tools to live in Peace.

Happiness is a fragrance,

That has sweet odour through the breeze.

     

     This is what I learned,

     And I found a cookie burned.

     It's time to end my poem,

     Now I had to go back home.