Life…
is like a homicidal sponge

squeezing life into a newly born creature
yet absorbing life back
killing another

if you squeeze your sponge,
feelings may drain away,
yet if you squeeze too hard,
your happiness may just trickle away…

the homicidal sponge…
creating a life…
yet taking another…

It’s life.


That is a simile poem I had to write in class but now I have to write a song/poem. The first line/chorus is "It's lonely in my saddle since my horse died yesterday"

Can someone please help me??

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