This is, in my opinions, the finest poem I've ever written. I hope you like it.


What is the meaning of life?
Of this, every person ponders.
Why is it so full of strife?
This we can only wonder.

Is there such thing as a good life?
Is it really full of wonder?
Can it ever truly be called a bad life?
Is it capable of tearing us asunder?

Is it truly possible for life to suck?
Does it hurt like being hit by a puck?
Does it leave room for us to fly like a duck?
Does life have anything to do with luck?

Is every life truly precious?
Is it just a teaching life sets for us to follow?
Can a material like life really be precious?
Or is it just a phrase that’s hollow?

So we ask ourselves once more
What’s the meaning of life?
Life is like an open or closed door.
The meaning of life can be defined like
A husband and wife.
Life’s meaning is what the beholder believes it to be.
It should be treasured.
This funny thing called life
Because it will always be there
Like a wife for her husband or
A husband for his wife.

The meaning of life is what we
Make it out to be
For we hold our lives within our own two hands
The meaning of life for you see,
Is everything that comes
Within our lands.