The Real Meaning

Time 

They say it heals wounds  

But time itself is a wound  

That stays open indefinitely. 

It can’t go back. 

It can’t heal itself. 

Nor is there  

A doctor in all the world 

That has  

The Cure. 

Life 

They say no one knows  

The meaning... 

But I do.  

Life means  

For us  

To use it wisely.  

To give with all of our hearts 

And to spread love  

That is  

Unadulterated 

And Pure. 

Friends  

They say that they 

Are the greatest gift of life 

But it’s so hard  

To determine  

Who means you well 

We’ve no choice but to use  

Blind trust and hope 

Though we know 

We can never really  

Be Sure. 

Love 

They say it is patient 

And that it is kind 

And never contradicts  

Itself. 

But you say you like the cold,  

Then put on a coat 

And you say you love me  

As Well. 

Where is the love 

When I’m dying inside 

When all hope is lost  

To the wind 

There’s no Time 

In Life  

For Friends  

Or Love 

For they only make  

Life harder 

To Endure.