Poem about life

Life is a river, winding and wide,

Carving its path with the pull of the tide.

It dances through meadows, it crashes through stone,

A journey uncharted, yet never alone.

It starts with a whisper, a soft newborn cry,

A flame in the dark, a star in the sky.

It stumbles through childhood on wobbling feet,

Each fall a lesson, each bruise bittersweet.

Life is a canvas, splashed wild with hues

Joy painted golden, sorrow in blues.

It sings through the laughter, sighs in the rain,

Grows in the silence, blossoms in pain.

It’s love found in moments, in glances and hands,

In stories retold and wedding band bands.

It’s hope in the morning, regret in the night,

But always, somehow, it reaches for light.

Life is a mirror with cracks and with shine,

Reflecting our flaws in patterns divine.

It teaches through failure, whispers through grace,

And often reveals the truth in our face.

It ends not in silence, but echoes and flame,

As others pick up our story, our name.

And though we may leave, what we give will remain

In hearts, in the stars, in the wind, in the rain.

So live with a courage that dares to forgive,

And love with a passion that dares to outlive.

For life is not measured by days we survive,

But by hearts th

at we touch and dreams kept alive.