Some people live their lives
They live them right
They have no spite
No anger to destroy delight
They're happy and they smile bright
But some people walk the path
They fight, and laugh
and stray to the side.
They end up on this winding road
With trees, and bees, and bright green leaves
It's pretty for a little bit
But then there comes the end of that
The trees lose color
The leaves turn black
And meanwile
These people try to turn back
But they cant
The road is blocked
And they're forced to walk
Forced to face the outcome
Of their choices
Bear the burden of annoying voices
They're faced with rainy weather now
No trees in sight
To help them out
They all get wet
And start to fret
When they realize this is their life
This is a good poem...I can realte to it a lot...Good job....