Life

• Ting Tang, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2014

Blood is red The ocean is blue our heart pumps
our mouth lie
murderers kill
babies cry
time is fast
days are slow
when the world seems to be
staring back at you and me
i hide, you run
life is hard
days go slow
all those years
you could have spent
looking after those you love
but when they leave
you filled with sorrowed and regret
days are long