When life shits on you with bricks
by danipower0204
Let me tell you a small fact,
About this little thing called life.
It can be a railroad track,
Every station a new strife.
It can be a sailing boat,
On the sea’s ecstatic waves.
You may sink or you may float
Along its unreliable days.
Life can be a dandelion,
Flourishing like summer’s sun,
Or be plucked to leave you crying,
Void your heart of all its fun.
So if you ever feel life’s kicks,
Just remember this here call;
When life shits on you with bricks,
Pick them up and build a wall.
